[Kevin's Apartment]
Later that evening, Kevin sat comfortably on the couch in his apartment, several scripts spread across the coffee table before him.
Ever since his popularity as a model had skyrocketed, producers had begun approaching him with acting offers. Some wanted him for romantic dramas, while others believed he had the screen presence for action films.
James had spent the past week filtering through the offers, bringing home only the scripts he thought were genuinely worth considering.
Although modeling remained Kevin's primary career, he had begun thinking about expanding into acting.
It was a challenge he wanted to explore.
"Dude..."
Nate let out an exaggerated sigh from the opposite couch.
"You promised you'd come to dinner with us."
Kevin didn't even lift his eyes from the script in his hands.
"I am."
He casually turned another page.
"We still have plenty of time."
Nate dramatically threw his head back.
"You've said that for the last forty minutes."
