Noelle was dragging a six-pack of water under the unusual heat of that year. Not any water, of course. A specific, exclusive brand of mineral sparkling water.
She had just returned from the nearest grocery store. A production car had dropped her off, thanks to the intervention of Tom Vega, a very helpful and friendly line producer.
Now, under the bright sun, she was cursing. Noelle was blaming climate change, world leaders for doing nothing about carbon emissions, herself for using too much electricity, and even her parents for not recycling properly. She kept reminding herself that there were far more serious problems in the world than her situation. But all that philosophical awareness evaporated the moment she reached the man with the well-deserved alias of Lucafer.
That smirk of hi
