He dipped his head and, with an impassive face, kissed her on her lips. Alas, it was not what she had been hoping for. There was no passion in it, uninteresting and boring, much like kissing a mannequin. Before she realized it, his kiss halted abruptly and he gently pushed her away.
Picking up his script once more, he flipped to the page which he had bookmarked and continued reading.
The woman seemed to read his mind and knew not to disturb him further. She sat quietly beside him, leaned her head on his shoulder, and asked curiously, "Are you acting as a race car driver in this new show?"
"Yes."
"I heard that you have a personal interest in racing, so your driving skills should be good."
The superstar merely flipped another page without replying to her. His unresponsiveness disappointed the lady as she furrowed her brows momentarily.
Inwardly, she could sense that their fling would be coming to an end after tonight.
