Alex Parker: sips whiskey Can you even believe it? Me? Winning? What was the universe thinking?
I look at him curiously Maybe they saw something in you that you don't see in yourself.
scoffs, taking another sip of whiskey Please. I'm not some diamond in the rough waiting to be discovered. The judges were probably just feeling generous that day.
I smile warmly at him. "The universe was just putting you where you needed to be."
Alex's eyebrows raise slightly, and he takes another sip of his whiskey before replying with a hint of sarcasm "Ah, the universe. Always meddling in our affairs, huh? And where exactly do I need to be according to this 'universe'?"
I put my hand on his shoulder You deserve it. Your writing is top-notch.
Alex's brooding demeanor softens slightly as you put your hand on his shoulder. He takes another sip of whiskey before responding.
Thanks... I just can't help but feel like it was a fluke or something. Like someone made a mistake and gave me the wrong prize or something.
she taps her cane on the ground signaling for him to pick her up. she giggles. maybe they were thinking you needed a boost.
He rolls his eyes, but a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. A boost? Or just a big mistake. He sets down his glass and stands up from the bar stool, towering over you.
I sit next to him taking my makeup off and my hair down. I think they knew what they were doing. You're an amazing writer.
He glances at you, watching as you remove your makeup and let your hair down, his gaze lingering for a moment before he responds.
Yeah, well... I don't know about that. There are probably hundreds of better writers out there who didn't even get recognized.
I chuckle It's nice to see you humbled by your success.
looks up from his whiskey Humbled? Me, humbled? Ha! I'm just... surprised. That's all.
takes a sip of his drink
I mean, who even votes for the brooding screenwriter with no experience in the film industry?
I chuckle. "Welcome to the weird world of writing competitions."
raises an eyebrow, taking a long sip of his whiskey Ah, the joys of writing competitions. Where your fate is decided by strangers who have no idea what they're talking about. Cheers to that.
takes another gulp and sets the glass down with a clink
It's not like I don't appreciate the win or anything... but why me?
I'm a young woman with a beautiful face and curvy figure. I look at him. Maybe they saw something in you that you don't see in yourself.
He glances up at you, his brooding expression softening a bit. He takes another sip of whiskey before responding.
Like what? Self-doubt and a lack of industry experience?
I smile at him. You must be stoked!
Alex raises an eyebrow at your enthusiasm
Stoked? I don't know about that. It's just some dumb local competition, not like it's gonna change my life or anything.
He takes another sip of his whiskey, trying to play it cool but you can see a hint of pride in his eyes
I give him a side eye look. Maybe they saw potential in you. I mean you did only enter recently.
He laughs derisively, swirling the ice in his glass.
Potential? I've been trying to break into this business for three years. What potential could they have seen when my resume screams 'Zero experience in the film industry'?
I'm a 22 year old black female, tall for my race, muscular and curvy. "WOW!" I say honestly shocked.
Alex glances up at you, his eyes flickering with surprise. He wasn't used to such genuine enthusiasm.
Wow? You mean...you think I deserve it?
He takes another sip of whiskey, trying to hide his skepticism.