You’re Off The Hook

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked before I could stop myself. My hand shook a little as I set my glass down.

Liam didn’t answer, his jaw was tight. His hand was gripping his empty glass until his knuckles went white.

Then a knock broke the silence, and the van door slid open. Paul stepped in, holding his clipboard like a shield.

“Ms. Vaughn, Mr. Smith,” he said, trying to sound confident but he was clearly nervous. “We’re ready for the next scene; the kiss scene with the male lead.”

Liam finally looked away from me, and I exhaled quietly. Avery caught my eye from across the van, her small smile helping me keep it together.

“Let’s go,” Liam said, standing up. His voice was firm; it was an order, not a suggestion.

I followed him and Avery out of the van.

The set was alive under bright floodlights, crew members were moving fast, and cameras were ready. The mock street glowed against the dark sky. Liam walked beside Paul, who was still tense.

“Kiss scene?” he said, frowning.