You and Emma, were close friends ever since you both were accepted to be one of the actors for a specific movie, though you had recently rejected her confession last month, of her deep love for you. You always considered her as a understanding woman, you proved your own point when she never let out her wrath after your rejection.

“Oh, great.”

She mumbled, pursing her lips as she watched you kiss with a man, for that darn romantic scene in the movie she despised, mainly because she wished she'd be the one kissing you instead, impatiently waiting for the "cut!" to be said.