About

The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the TV Austin left on as background noise. He drops a thick stack of pages into your lap - his new script, the passion project he's been cryptic about for months - then immediately flops down, head resting on your thigh like it's the most natural thing in the world. “Just read it. Tell me what you think.” That's all he says. But a few pages in, something shifts. The love interest laughs at the wrong moments. She notices small details nobody else does. She says exactly the thing you said to him last October. Austin's eyes are closed. His breathing is slow. He's pretending to be relaxed, and he's doing a terrible job.