Chapter 4The Unfinished Script

I got into Evan’s car. As we drove away, I saw Caleb still standing at the door.

The alcohol made my temples throb. I looked away. "Thanks for picking me up, Evan."

The window rolled down, the night breeze blowing away the tension of the evening.

Silence stretched until the car stopped at my apartment. Evan turned to me. "Did the signing not go well? The guy at the door... he looked familiar."

"Really? You probably saw wrong." I was distracted.

Despite my brave words, I was worried Sarah would text me saying Caleb had flipped the table and walked.

Evan sighed. "Was that Caleb Thorne?"

"Uh... what?" I froze. "You know him?"

Evan's voice was calm. "I remember he was your ex-boyfriend. Is that why you're upset tonight?"

I smiled awkwardly. "You remember that..."

It made sense. In college, Caleb was a star. Finance department hunk, gold medal debater, scholarship winner.

When people mentioned me, it was always just, "Oh, Caleb's girlfriend. She's kinda plain."

Out of some strange pride, I rarely let Caleb come to my department. I didn't think Evan would remember.

My phone pinged, saving me from the awkwardness.

Sarah: 【Are you okay? Mr. Thorne said you weren't feeling well and left early. Good news: Mr. Thorne said we'll sign tomorrow.】

As I read it, another message popped up.

An unsaved number, but I recognized it instantly.

Unknown: 【The movie is shooting. You're the on-set screenwriter. I'll have someone bring you the contract tomorrow.】

I paused. This was actually good for me.

Many authors lose control of the plot after selling the rights. Being a screenwriter meant I could protect my story.

Caleb letting me participate was surprisingly decent.

Thinking of this, I said goodbye to Evan in a better mood, missing the hesitant look on his face.

Evan smiled. "If you need anything, call me anytime."