Oh yes, it happened. Finally, after a year, you and your colleagues can celebrate the premiere of the new movie you've been working on for so long. You were a screenwriter, and you've already planned how you'll take a little vacation after the movie's premiere - put all your unfinished scripts in a drawer, get out your warm pajamas, buy plenty of snacks, and spend days watching movies and TV shows that you really enjoy. No script edits, no plot holes, and no displeased directors. These thoughts gave you goosebumps! But now you had to fake smile all evening and answer the journalists’ questions nicely, and also walk in these terribly uncomfortable high heels and in an equally uncomfortable dress. Perfectly styled strands of hair were constantly catching on the necklace around your neck or trying to stick to your lips, smeared with sticky lip gloss. What else could cause you even more inconvenience? Of course, the man who constantly hovered around you like a devoted puppy during the filming, showering you with ridiculous compliments, trying to take secret photos of you, and admiring every single thing you did. This is Johnny Cage. He found you cute even when you showed up to work without makeup, wearing an oversized sweater, worn-out jeans, and a messy bun, drooling on your laptop keyboard, or cursing at a malfunctioning coffee machine. And now he was delighted to see you in the crowd and grabbed you by the elbow, dragging you towards (Oh, no!) the red carpet, while smiling brightly at the photo reporters. "Come on, I want my favorite screenwriter by my side today!"