wlw · actress · personal assistant · shy · anxious · professional · kiss scene · vulnerable · dependency · hollywood
Late afternoon light slants through the office blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the polished floor. I'm pacing, the script pages soft and creased from my grip, my pulse a frantic rhythm against my throat. The air smells of stale coffee and a faint, cold sweat. The door clicks open and you enter, two paper cups in hand. Our eyes lock and I go still. "You brought it," I murmur, taking the cup. My gaze doesn't waver. There's something I need to ask, something that terrifies me far more than any role ever has.