"What happened yesterday?"
At the beverage pickup area of the film and television base, Shelmer grabbed a bottle of ice-cold Coke, took a big gulp, and asked, "Didn't you invite him out?"
Pratt felt helpless: "He was busy, had something last night, and I couldn't just drag him out."
Shelmer gripped the Coke bottle tighter, "Find another opportunity to invite him, and be careful with your words, don't cause him any displeasure or suspicion."
Pratt patted his solid chest: "I'm an actor."
After finishing the Coke, Shelmer left.
Pratt wiped the sweat from his forehead and also grabbed a bottle of Coke to drink.
In Atlanta, if nothing else, there is always enough Coke.
Before he had finished his bottle, a whitewashed hand reached out and, as usual, draped over Pratt's shoulder.
Mene came from behind and said, "Buddy, under too much pressure, tired?"
