Callum sighed, slamming his phone down the counter of a bar at a Hotel he was staying in—somewhere in the middle of paris.

He was already annoyed as he got declined for a role, he really tried hard for. He downed the rest of his whiskey glass, taking a deep breath as he made the liquor in his glass spin by the sublte movement of his hand.

And as if it couldn’t get worse, someone sat beside him. The last thing he’d want is company. He sighed audibly.