Cadenjovski yelled from the seats in the fifth row. From the wings, Brian and Lana yelled a quick apology and the rehearsal resumed. "I told you she could hear us!" Lana hissed at Brian. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail braided to her waist, and it whipped around as she spun to leave. "Hey, watch it with that weapon you call a hair style!" Brian hissed back. He pulled a multi-tool from his pocket and equipped a knife. "Next time you clock me with it, I cut it off." Lana ignored him and continued back to the storage area behind the stage to catalogue the rest of the props. She'd had enough of Brian's annoying know-it-all attitude and charismatic aura. He worked for the Technical Department for the high school theater, and if it weren't for the fact that she loved working in the theater's Property Department, she wouldn't have anything to do with him. He was too cocky, too smart, and way too hot. His blond hair was shaggy over his face, even when he pulled it back to a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was tall and lean, with muscles that weren't hormone-huge or too wimpy. And every time Lana saw him working with those his big strong hands, she would be inundated with fantasies involving those hands all over her naked skin.
