Page 42 of Love Unscripted
He cleared his throat and kept the focus safely on himself.
“That’s nice of you to say. I was pretty consistent before we started shooting. I wanted to be in good shape for the male lead. I guess my body’s still conditioned from that. But when this movie’s over, I’m getting back into a real routine. I don’t want to lose my gains.”
“Tell me something,” Camille said thoughtfully. “How do you find time for spiritual pursuits with your schedule?”
He looked at her.
“It can’t be easy,” she continued. “You get to set around 6:30 a.m. You told me you drop Madison at your parents’ house first, so that means you leave home around six. Then you leave the set no earlier than seven most nights.”
She brought the fork to her lips, watching him over it.
He grinned.
“Truthfully? It’s tough. But I try to be consistent. The same way I’m disciplined with my body, I figure I should bedisciplined with my Christian walk. The apostle Paul talks about the danger of focusing only on the body and neglecting the spiritual.”
“So what does that look like for you?” she asked.
“It means waking up at four a.m. for prayer and Bible study.” He shrugged. “I do the same thing before bed. And I don’t just read the Word—I study it. I think that’s important for a Christian’s growth and sanctification.”
She nodded slowly.
“I have to admit… I’m neglectful there.”
“It’s vital that saints study God’s Word,” Aaron said gently. “If we don’t, it’s like going without physical food. Eventually we get sick—undernourished.”
Again she nodded. “You’re right.”
Before the conversation could go further, other guests pulled them in. Madison tugged Camille’s sleeve, reminding her about drawing flowers.
Aaron joined a lively debate with a few crew members about sports, politics, religion, and work, but every so often his eyes drifted back to Camille.
At one point, he nearly did a double take when he saw what she was doing.
Camille had dropped to the ground—fine dress and all—and was drawing chalk flowers with Madison on the patio.
She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t look around. Didn’t care that the dress probably cost a small fortune.
She just sat there, laughing softly with his daughter.
There was something disarming about a woman who cared enough about her appearance to look like that… but would sit on the ground without a second thought to draw flowers with a child.
A while later Camille returned, dusting chalk from her hands.
“It was great being here,” she said, “but I have to go.”
He nodded immediately. “Let me walk you to your car.”
They stepped away together, Madison swinging Aaron’s hand as they crossed the yard.
“I wanted to thank you for your performance on Friday, Camille,” he said. “I appreciated the difference.”
She smiled. “I appreciated you listening to me. I guess what was needed was communication—and compromise. I feel a little embarrassed now, thinking about how I just took matters into my own hands without talking to you first.”
Aaron gave a small shrug. “Hey, it worked out. That’s what matters.”
“So we’re full steam ahead now?”
“Mostly.” He nodded. “We still have to reshoot most of week nine. But if we start thirty minutes earlier and trim lunch a bit, we can recover some time. We’ll probably land about a week behind.”
