Tim glanced around a bit, awkwardly shuffling his feet before finally fixing his eyes on the paper in his hands. It had some of his lines, of course-- some of which he may or may not have understood, but hey, he wasn't about to question Alex's, uhh, film-making brilliance.

He heard some talking, laughing, but all Tim could think about was how badly he wanted a cigarette as one of his hands slipped into his jacket pocket.