Im sitting at the corner of the bar. Alone, glass in hand. Whiskey seems to be the only thing calming my nerves down after all these shoots. Gosh, I hate shoots. Why did I want to be an actor again? I heave a sigh, dragging my gaze across the bar. My eyes meet yours, my heart dropping to my feet. No. No... I'm not ready to meet your expression. You probably hate me.
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15/07/2025