Raton’s POV
“I am sorry,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “But it’s over between us.”
I stood frozen on set, script in my hands, but my mind was somewhere else. Valerie. I stared at the actress in silence, my mouth scouting for words to say.
Then the background light faded off.
“Cut!” the director called out, his voice filled with frustration. “Raton, what’s wrong? Your energy is off.”
It wasn’t the scene, It was Valerie. I sighed, trying to shake the feeling off, but it lingered on. Usually, even if we were busy, we would send at least a short text. But today? Nothing.
It didn’t sit right with me.
I turned to the director. “Let’s redo the scene, but with someone else.”
A slight frown erupted on the director’s face. “Someone else? Raton, we don’t have time for this…
