INT. ADAM’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Adam sits on the edge of his unmade bed, still in the same dress shirt from the party, sleeves rolled up. His phone rests in his palm like it’s burning him.
He stares at Nora last text: “Thanks for tonight. Goodbye.”
He’s read it seventeen times.
A basketball game plays on the muted TV in the background, but he’s not watching. His mind keeps replaying the image of Nora on Jason arm—her laugh, her dress, the way she didn’t even look his way when she left.
He mutters under his breath.
Adam
Goodbye… like it’s that simple.
He paces the length of the room. Checks her i********:. No new posts. Checks her friend tovia stories—there she is. Nora smiling, hair messy from the wind, standing next to him.
Adam exhales sharply and tosses his phone on the bed… but
