Stella was wide awake now but she played possum, not cracking her eyelids open. She simply slouched against the seat, pretending she was oblivious.
After a bit, the car halted at a red light.
Feeling a bit drained from script reading, Luka rubbed his temples and glanced up.
Outside, a building’s LED screen flashed an ad featuring none other than Debora, fresh off a recent shoot.
She was clearly making a comeback.
As Luka watched the ad, memories of him and Debora flooded his mind.
Back then, Debora was riding high as a star, constantly jetting off for work.
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Luka had been just starting out and gathering a fanbase. Though not as hectic as Debora’s schedule, he’d rarely stuck around in one city for long.
They hadn’t got to hang out together often, but whenever he had a breather, he’d hop on a flight to see her.
By day, he’d blend in, keeping her company. By night, after Debora wrapped up, he’d whisk her off for dinner. Sometimes fancy restaurants, sometimes street stalls.
They were just like any other couple.
Those days, exhausting yet blissful, had been the highlight of his life.
The green light flicked on and the car lurched forward. The screen faded from view.
Luka snapped back to reality. It had been a minute while he’d been dwelling on his past with Debora.
He cast his eyes down and dove back into the script.
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As they neared the hotel, Luka eased up and gently roused Stella.
Stella was already up. She’d been playing possum but eventually she had nodded off for real.
She grinned sheepishly. “Are we here?”
“Yeah, hop out.”
They both exited the car and strolled into the hotel.
Luka glanced at Stella. “So, what’s next for you after wrapping Luther’s flick? More acting gigs?”
Stella shook her head, puzzled. “I’m not sure yet. I sort of stumbled into this one. Whether I stick with acting, beats me.”
Luka gave her a reassuring smile. “No worries. Stick to your guns. If acting’s your jam, hit me up anytime.”
Before Stella could reply, a frosty voice cut in from behind.