Damon sat in the passenger seat of the car as Victor drove through the city's evening traffic.
The lights of the passing cars streaked by, but Damon's focus was on the papers in his hands.
His brows furrowed as he read the pages, flipping through each one with increasing confusion and excitement. "I thought you said I was offered a role as a fighter. Something, something, someone dies or something," he said, shaking his head. "This is insane. This is like a full-on action movie."
Victor glanced over at him, his hands tight on the wheel, his brow raised. "Did I? Must have gotten things mixed up. I do remember something about an action movie…" He smirked, giving Damon a playful side-eye. "Action movie star, huh?"
Damon didn't even crack a smile, still scanning the pages. "This isn't just some cameo, Vic. This is a real script. A real movie."
Victor chuckled. "Looks like you're moving up in the world, champ. First it was cage fights, now it's the big screen."
