Fanfiction: Noah Centineo & Lana Condor "To all the boys I've loved before"

Chapter 9 LANA

I had a great night, Red really came through with his party. I saw a bunch of topless girls that night and one peen, too. That was a little crazy. I hadn't been to a party like THAT one before. But, it was fun, though. When I got home I shot Anthony a text that I got home safe. And then I shot Noah a DM as well, to which I weirdly got no response to.
The next time I saw him was at the Table-read. I was running a little late that day, due to the traffic and that made me feel so bad and stressed out. I hate making a wrong impression on people. And even though I had met most of the crew by now, I still didn't want to come off as unprofessional. Especially not for coming too late, because I'm always on time. I was sweating heavily as I was entering the building. I almost collided with another person entering at full speed as well - it was Noah. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry", he said, while I squeaked like a little pig. He chuckled, as we continued to sprint to the room where the table-read was taking place.
We slowly opened the door, as to not draw too much attention towards us, but we had to face it: The two protagonists were missing and everybody was waiting for us. They were all chattering, but when we stepped inside the room they stopped and looked at us.
"Hey! Sorry, traffic!", Noah said, sitting down at his assigned place. "I'm so so sorry. I got stuck in traffic, too. This never happens to me. Please forgive me", I stammered. The main producer, Emily stood up and came over to me. "It's fine. It's your first time at this studio. Plus you're only 3 Minutes late." I didn't really think about it and just hugged her and I felt my stress slowly vanishing. Then I let go and sat down next to Noah, who gave me a wink.
I knew that the script was awesome, but the final draft was something else. It was just sooooo good. Noah was writing something on a piece of paper, as Janel and Israel were reading one of their scenes. "The script is too good. This is gonna blow up like crazy!!!!", he wrote and slid it over to me. "You're gonna be the next Zac Efron", I wrote back. He blushed and smiled a little when he read it. "Lana, Noah, can we get your attention?", Emily asked.