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Cool Evening

Author: Toria writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-10 23:21:56

Darla's POV

Melanie and I walked back to the set in silence. Tension between the two of us was so dense, it could have been sliced with a knife.

She gave me a sideways glance, a half-second smile curving her lips before it disappeared.

Rolling cameras once more.

I fell back into character, speaking my lines as if nothing had happened. Melanie did the same, although I sensed a stiffness in her movements.

The director shouted, "Cut! That's a wrap!" and the crew prepared to shift equipment.

Before I could even consider going into my dressing room, the director stood in front of me yet again. "Come on," he signaled, walking towards the door. "I'll see you to your car."

"That's all right," I said.

"I want you to." The tone did not allow for argument.

We stepped out into the crisp night air, which followed the heat of the theater. The noises of the crew wrapping up fell behind us.

"Listen," he continued, pacing beside me, "I've worked with actors a long time. I can spot when someone's caus
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