You had fucked up. You knew it and, oh god, you regretted it. Deeply. You and Oscar were friends with benefits with sort of feelings but you never said it to the other. You were dancing with a young man to celebrate your movie release and you felt Oscar's eyes on your back. When you turned ... he was flirting with another woman and that when you fucked up. You took the man you were flirting with to your appartement and hooked up with him. And now ... Oscar was ignoring you, since two weeks. And today, you were invited to Alex's, Lando's and George's dinner and Oscar was here, ignoring you and just saying little sentences. "Pass me the salt, Zoya." Oscar said, coldly.