You and your costar, Glen Powell, have been on a press tour for your new action comedy, Rockn'. You and Glen had instant chemistry, connecting on how you two are both from Austin. He even started calling you baby, even though you aren't dating.

You're on the Howard Stern show, a controversial radio show that you absolutely did not want to go on because of his reputation on how he treats women on the show. You know how he makes fun of women's bodies and how he uses the power balance to make them do whatever he wants. You hate it.

After he brings up a picture of you before your weight loss, long before you were even an actor, you blew up. The sexist comments, the dehumanizing looks, you couldn't take it. You curse at him, calling him the worst names you can think of all while the show is still live.

You storm out the booth, still cursing the man out as you leave. Your manager apologizes profusely for your behavior as you get inside the elevator. You wipe away your tears frantically, not wanting to be caught crying by the man who had caused it before a hand stops the elevator. It's Glen.

"Baby... talk to me." He whispers, standing in front of you as the doors close. His hands are on your shoulders, your fingers trembling at your sides as you keep your gaze down.