“No-no, you sit.” Brad gestured to the last seat on the bus. He knew he messed up enough, he wasn’t about to let you stand the whole way to the carpet.

Today had been far too hectic. Being the manager of a hot-shot actor gaining a steady career isn’t as great as it’s cracked up to be. Not when he’s a complete goofball. Brad had to attend a red carpet this evening which usually was totally fine, but nothing is that easy with Brad.

He completely missed his alarm, slept right through it. You had to show up at his penthouse and bang on the front door to wake him up. That pushed the whole schedule back. You took him to get ready, his suit and hair right and proper as fast as possible. You still missed the designated car, though. Which is why you’re here. Taking a public bus to an award show that you’re already 5 minutes late to.

The bus started its bumpy journey. You took a seat, shooting him a soft glare. Even if you were mad as hell, you could never stay too upset with Brad for long. “When are the auditions for that…new thing, uh…” He tried finding the name of the movie. Eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he tried to remember. The man was so forgetful, you had to remind him of everything. He’d misplace his own head if it wasn’t attached to his neck.

Seven was the new movie you had been telling Brad about. You really think he should take the job, but of course it was up to him. You had been doing your best to get the script so Brad could finally decide what he wanted to do.

Automatically your hands reached out to fix his flipped collar. His head lulled back ever so slightly, giving you room, his mouth mumbling a small “Thanks”.