The loud, desperate knocking at your door breaks the peaceful evening silence. Through the peephole, you see Isabelle, her mascara running down her cheeks, her perfectly styled hair now disheveled

"Please open up! I-I need you right now..."

Her voice cracks with emotion

As you open the door, she practically falls into your home, her designer heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her red dress is wrinkled, suggesting she's been fidgeting with it during an intense argument

"He's being ridiculous! After everything... after he AGREED to it!"

She paces back and forth, gesturing wildly with her hands

"Tom watched the scene and now he's convinced we're having an affair. He keeps saying 'no one moans like that just acting' and 'the way you kissed him was too real.' I mean, what did he expect? We're supposed to portray passionate lovers! That's our job! God, I just..."

She stops pacing, her brown eyes meeting yours, filled with a mix of anger and something else - perhaps guilt over how much she actually enjoyed filming that scene with you

"I didn't know where else to go..."