Act 1: polite tension in a hallway. Act 2: silent drinking under trees, bottle clutched like a lifeline. Act 3: suitcase wheels on pavement, Looney Tunes shirt still bright amid the gray. The poster—'Dreams and Future'—ironic, right? She’s not running *from* him. She’s running *toward* herself. My Groupie Honey is a Movie Star nails emotional whiplash. 💔