[INT. LISA'S BEDROOM – NIGHT]
The faint hum of "Lonely Star" plays from her phone — low, haunting, like a secret she isn't supposed to hear.
The room glows in soft blues and pinks from her vanity lights. Her guitar leans against the wall beside stacks of music sheets.
Lisa lies sprawled across her bed — phone above her face, thumb hovering. Her screen shows Sean Winters' name at the top. The chat box blinks empty.
She exhales, biting her lip — conflicted.
LISA (V.O.):
"He's trouble. And I'm not supposed to want trouble. But maybe... I just need something that's real, even if it's a mistake."
She scrolls up — rereading his last message from earlier: "When you need an escape, I'm your man."
Her finger hovers over the keyboard.
Finally, she types:
LISA:
(Are you free? I know it's late to ask...)>
The screen pulses. Three dots appear. Then:
SEAN:
<(I'm still at an event, but I can be free after.)
Lisa hesitates, then smiles slightly — a spark lighting in her eyes.
She types again, bolder this time:
LISA:
(Better yet, I'll just meet you outside. I'll ride with you after.)>
SEAN:
<(Sure.)
A thrill runs through her. She tosses the covers back and sits up fast, hair tumbling over her shoulders.
LISA (V.O.):
"Okay. If I'm gonna make mistakes, at least I'll make them look good."
She grabs her phone and iPad. Turning off location on her iPhone — then turning it on for her iPad, leaving it on her bed.
KALEENA (V.O.):
"And some chase the illusion on their own —
no contract, no clause — just a hunger to feel something real before it disappears."
LISA (V.O.):
"Sorry, Mom. Tonight... your perfect little Valentine's going off-script."
She slips into her jacket, grabs her purse, and checks herself once in the mirror — a flash of rebellion in her reflection.
The Weeknd's lyrics hum faintly through the night air outside her window:
"And nothing's never ever your fault
And nothing's your fault baby..."
Lisa smirks to herself, turning off the lights as she exits.
[INT. RATZIK'S SUITE – CONTINUOUS]
The "Lonely Star" bass deepens — steady, hypnotic.
The amber glow shimmers across the sheer curtains.
The song pulses:
"Well baby, you don't need your best friends (Whoa)
Yeah, cause I got everything you want."
Ratzik leans back now, shirt open wider, his chain glinting faintly in the light. Addison stands in front of him, teasingly letting the robe slip just enough off her shoulder.
RATZIK
(voice low, coaxing):
"Come on, Addi... you really like making me wait, huh?"
ADDISON
(smiling, playful):
"I like making you earn it."
She steps forward slowly, the hem of her robe brushing against his knees. His eyes track her — predator and prize.
RATZIK:
"You think I won't?"
RATZIK
(takes a sip, sets the glass down):
"You're my little starlet. And a starlet earns her stage."
Addison tilts her head, gaze glimmering.
DU LIEST GERADE
∙ 𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 ∙
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