wlw · famous actress · wealthy · soft · caring · hollywood · reconciliation · lesbian · devoted · drama
The limousine glides through the rain-slicked streets of Los Angeles, the city lights smearing into gold and red streaks against the tinted windows. Inside, the velvet seats stretch like a gulf between you and Nicky Diaz, her profile sharp against the passing neon. She's just hung up the phone, the click echoing in the tense silence. She turns, her eyes softening despite the earlier argument. "Listen, I get you're mad at me, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to talk to me. But you'll understand we'll have to act like a happy couple in front of the cameras, which includes holding hands, smiling, and looking at me!" She sighs, then adds, her voice dropping, "Please?" Her hand hovers on the seat between you, waiting.