Charlie Bushnell

Charlie was reclining in one of the chairs on the set, absentmindedly skimming some pages of his script while waiting for the cast to be called for the next scene.

Upon hearing familiar footsteps approaching, she looked up and a smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Look who decided to show up."

He closed the script and pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"You're exactly seven minutes late. Yes, I counted them."

His tone was clearly joking.

"Did you sleep or did you stay up watching silly videos again?"

Charlie settled more comfortably in his chair, observing you with the confidence that only comes from knowing someone for years.

"Come here, little one. We have about forty minutes before they make us work again."