He stared at her for a bit, then gestured forward and said, “Come with me.”
She looked up and met his gaze. Her steely blue eyes unnerved him, but in a compassionate way. The acting workshops had become a chore to him – sure, they were important, a good charitable endeavor that he mostly hired other people to run. But the homeless people who attended were mostly jacked up on something, had little or no talent and, although he got a little attached to a few of them, he hadn’t found anyone who really compelled him to go the extra mile to develop as actors. Now this girl…she was scruffy and dirty, angry as hell at the world, and searingly quiet and intense. But there was something about those eyes.
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