Olivia's POV
I slumped into my chair in the break room. The LED screens surrounding the set had started to give me a headache - beautiful as they were, staring at them all day was intense.
My phone buzzed. Logan's name popped up on the screen.
Logan: Hey, babe! Miss you. I thought maybe we could catch that new horror movie this weekend.
I groaned, letting my head fall back. The guilt twisted in my stomach like a knife. Between Christopher and the film shoot, I'd barely seen Logan lately. But this weekend...
Me: Can't this weekend. Heading to my parents' place. Rain check for next weekend?
Logan: That's what you said last weekend about the extra shoot. Starting to feel like you're ghosting me.
My stomach clenched. I took a sip of my now-cold coffee, thinking how to respond.
Me: Next week, for sure! Promise.
The three dots appeared and disappeared several times before his message came through.