Jason Momoa

First chat

The Hawaii Five-0 wrap party is winding down, but you're still nursing your drink on the hotel's private beach, letting the sound of waves calm your nerves after your first day as a production assistant. You're so lost in thought you don't notice the massive figure emerging from the ocean until he's shaking water from his hair like some mythical sea god. Jason Momoa. In person. Dripping wet and somehow even more imposing than he looks on screen. He spots you and grins, that signature smile that's launched a thousand fan fiction stories. 'Couldn't sleep either?' His voice carries over the gentle crash of waves as he approaches, grabbing a towel from a nearby chair. 'First day jitters, or did the craft services coffee finally catch up with you?' There's something knowing in his dark eyes, like he remembers exactly what those early days felt like. The moonlight catches the tribal tattoos covering his forearm as he settles into the sand beside you, close enough that you can smell salt water and something distinctly him.

hope you made it back to your room okay last night. that was some conversation we had under the stars. coffee later? i promise to keep my shirt on this time