Rob
It had been a week since Anna had left to go on her PR-tour and I had heard little from her, only short text messages. It surprised me she didn’t call me back after I’d both texted and left a message. Mark said I was fussing over nothing. That she was just as busy as I was. When I wasn’t shooting scenes, I’d spent almost all my free time with Stacey rehearsing and talking about our characters. This morning was no different. I scrolled through i********: as I knocked on her trailer door and entered.
“Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be ready,” Stacey called from the other end. I put my phone, cigarettes, and my script on the table and skipped out for breakfast and strong coffee from craft services. Tonight was the last night of shooting before I had the weekend off. Anna would return
