Secret Story #37 6/4/17 "That's a wrap" "How could you do this," Arleigh screamed, beating her fist against Drew's chest. Tears ran down her face, but they were masked by the rain pouring down on them. "You don't know what you saw!" Drew clenched his teeth and his skin grew hot, despite it being a cold and raining November night. "Who was she, huh? Who's sitting in that booth right now?" Arleigh gestured angrily to a scared girl, sitting by the window in the diner, staring into her purse. "She must be someone special because I definitely saw you shove your tongue down her throat!" "Arleigh it's not like-", Drew stopped short as they both saw that girl rush out of the diner to stand before them. "Why are you still here," Arleigh spat. "Get lost slut!" The mistress silently reached into her purse. Drew watched, confused, and Arleigh stared angrily, a few short moments from busting the girls face in. But, neither of them got the chance to do anything. From the purse, the girl pulled out a gun, a silencer extending from the barrel. She raised it, looking down the sights directed to the center of Drew's forehead. "I'm sorry." Arleigh screamed. "And cut!" The director snapped his fingers and the rain machine, ceased. Assistants brought towels to the actors who were glad they were able to use warm water for the scene. "I was pretty good right?" Arleigh asked Drew, leaning against him as they moved to get changed. Drew was a pretty experienced actor, but this was her first film. "You did awesome babe." He leaned down and gave a her a quick kiss and the continued towards the dressing rooms.