“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Taylor ran down the isle towards the black proscenium stage of the darkened theatre.
“Better late than never, I guess” Mariah studied him over her copy of the script. “Can we get started?”
“Sure, let’s start with the love scene.”
“I’m so not kissing you today! You were late, and I’m pissed at you.”
“I know, but how else do you think I’m going to get you to forgive me?”

Prompt word: late