A sudden emotion that could lead you confused and make you almost confess can be pretty hard for anyone and everyone. This was also the matter with Ian, as he is the only human, who has to deal with his emotions.

After the little awkward call, he had with Raelynn, now his emotions were wiggling between fear and embarrassment.

It wasn’t like he was a teenager again, it was just he is at the bar and drinking away his feelings—so very mature of him.

Nevertheless, there were a lot of things at stake with the sudden feeling he was flooded with. As Ian being Ian, even France not being able to show him actually how to deal with it, he somehow ended up chugging down glass after glass, which only made the ache in his heart fade away.

“Hey, is there any way I can help you? So that you would just stop drinking the entire bar?” a man who looked to be in his late thirties appeared out of the thin air that made his lungs shiver asked.

“Not really. Where are you from?” Ian asked back noticing a slight accent.

“From Ireland, just visiting the good ol’ country for the sake of a nice vacation,” the man said and smiled.

“What happened?”

The saddened features didn’t go unnoticed by Ian as he gestured for the man to sit, and offered drinks from whatever he was having.

“Mmm… Strong and perfect,” the old man took a sip and immediately loved the company he’d be having for the rest of the night.

“Yep, that is,” Ian said and took his sip.

“Well, it wasn’t just me who came here, but… It looks as if I’m the only one who’d be going home.”

“What… What exactly do you mean?” Ian asked and raised his eyebrows in realization, they don’t even know the names yet, and still, it was going great so far. Two men, in a bar, sharing their pains.

“My wife, it looked as if she isn’t very loyal as she was supposed to seem. Eh, I just want to forget her once and for all. And trust me, the lady… I just wish she sees how good of a person I’m, as I see it,” he said and chugged the entire glass down.

And then, Ian found out what was wrong with the man. Rule #1: Never try to prove how much of a good person you are, until they find it out themselves. If not, you’d just come out as a snarky, narcissistic bastard, which he felt the person in front of him was.

Also, Ian’s mind wasn’t doing that calculation but also to the point where he felt that the man in front of him could be a great interesting character. The characteristics could easily be put down to a comedy movie that could make people laugh, and Ian smiled to himself after analyzing it.

-

After around four hours of sharing and caring about the talks, Ian had enough of analyzing the man who wanted her wife back. His vision wasn’t completely clear, and he wasn’t feeling one hundred percent himself.

Therefore, he excused himself and walked to the nearest couch and propped himself on the elbow so just he could get away from the long talks.

“Well, if it isn’t Ian Renner, completely wasted too,” Ian heard a voice of a lady for which he opened his eyes and saw a blurry version of what he captured,

“Carrie-”

-

The next morning Ian opened his eyes once again for a throbbing headache. A headache that he had quite forgotten in the past couple of weeks considering how he hadn’t gotten wasted ever since he was back in Los Angeles.

He opened his eyes to the feeling he could permanently shut his ears off because every little movement echoed more than twice in his ears.

“Mhm,” he groaned and clutched his ears as he wanted to look at least where he was because the silky fabric he felt beneath him wasn’t anywhere near the one he got used to where he stayed.

Finally, he opened his eyes and was met with the most normal-looking apartment room he ever met in a while.

“Where am I?” He asked a bit louder as he wanted to know.

He was sure about one thing, he wouldn’t have gone to someone else’s unknown apartment. And even if by accidentally he has, he wouldn’t forgive himself, ever.

“Oh, hey, good morning! You woke up!” a voice came across the hall, and it was a woman’s voice that gave him a feeling of Deja vu.

He remembered this was the same voice that spoke with him last night, while he was still drunk and on a couch in the bar.

“Who are-”

He was cut off mid-sentence by his own voice when he saw who exactly was standing in front of him. The facial features, the smile, and everything made the hair on his arm stand up in alert.

“I’m Carrie Rich. Nice to meet you, Ian. Well, Nice to meet you again,” she said with a polite smile and Ian was still shaking what was happening.

‘Am I living in a dream where Carrie Fisher is right in front of me, saying my name and oh’

“Is that coffee? I could use one right now,” he said and smiled back for which she smiled brightly and walked towards him.

“Thanks, and please sit down. I- Uh, well, before I take a sip from this, can I know how- fuck my head, how did I end up here?” he asked and took a sip from the coffee which hit home considering how his lips curled up.

“You were wasted, -”

“You did say that before”

“I’m an actress. Uh- A very small one, like really small. I’ve acted in just two movies, that too, my character died in one, after a performance worth two minutes, and in the other… Well, don’t ask about it.”

“Oh, and it explains how you know me-”

Ian’s phone rang loud making both people turned their heads. It was definitely his phone, as he reached down his pocket and took it out to see RAELYNN on the screen which made his heart again fall deep down in the gutter— ‘for fuck’s sake!’

“Hey, Ian. Thank you for picking up, how is everything going?” she asked as soon as Ian kept the phone in his ear.

“It’s all going great, and hi to you too, Raelynn. Is there anything I can help you with?” Ian asked back noticing how she was basically waiting for him to continue.

“Oh yes. I need permission in filming inside the public museum, and Mason requested to ask from you,” Raelynn said in the usual professional voice.

‘Maybe it’s time to move on and act as if nothing happened’ Ian thought and nodded.

“I’ll make the arrangements. Ask if you need anything more,” he said and Raeytnn thanked him from the other corner of the call.

“Who is that….?!” the lady in front of Ian smirked and walked toward him, as she observed his face, to sit on the bed with him. “You are totally in love! Oh. My. God!” she said and faked a fan from her fingers to her face which made Ian blush even more. She noticed his features right away, as Ian sucked at hiding his emotions—as she thought he probably is new to it.

“It’s nothing, eh,” Ian shrugged and took a sip from the coffee. “Did we- did we have sex?” Ian asked noticing how his upper body was bare. But his pants were on.

“Oh, I wish. But I can see your heart belongs to someone else, plus you were too drunk. I tried asking for your hotel address, but you only said some gibberish. So I brought you here, to my home. Who was that by the way? Is it someone famous? Let me guess, Scarlett Johnson?” she wiggled her eyebrows and grinned like a caught who caught the canary.

Ian sighed and shrugged. “It’s Raelynn. My cinematographer.”

“Oh, so not girlfriend then?” she asked teasing him a little.

“Oh no, She’s just… Special. And what we have is special, like, as you have probably noticed, we are nowhere near that situation. We are very far away from it, and it might even probably stay that way because, this could ruin a lot of things, for her and for me,” he said and drank his coffee.

“If it’s special, I also think that that’s what’s truly worth fighting for. Don’t think anything more about it, shoot your shot.” Carrie said with a kind smile.

“Let’s see.” Ian replied and continued, “Did you say you were an actress?” Ian asked having something in mind.

-

[Los Angeles, California]

At the end of this side of the story, Raelynn was successfully (also) in the end of shooting Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. The final scene included a scene with Jason Wills and Alexandra Daddario.

They were in the back of the fence, and they were looking eye to eye. The full focus was on the couple who looked as if they were in front of a bunch of people, ready to say the vows and marry each other—for how comfortable and nervous they looked.

“I had a great time today,” Alexandra muttered while looking at her co-star.

“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” he replied back as if it was no big deal.

“You think Cameron’s gonna be all right?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, yeah sure. For the first time in his life…. He’s going to be-”

“CUT! The camera is on you Jason! Show what you feel!” Raelynn shouted and stopped the act altogether for which Jason almost rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m taking the last scene wrong for the third time. Let’s do it one more time, Raelynn!” she shouted back and the director nodded.