"You're going to take it, right?" Doha asked as they rose from the stairs up to their unit.
Zeno didn't respond to his question.
"Come on!" Doha exclaimed. "You've been ignoring me since earlier."
"Why do you think so?" Zeno asked, not looking at Doha.
Doha sighed. "Alright, I'm sorry that I took you to such a famous dance class, but in my defense, you asked me! Besides, you even received an offer for an internationally famous show!"
"So now, answer my question! You're going to take the role, right?"
Zeno didn't respond once again—not because he was still annoyed at Doha (he still definitely was), but because there was something he was unsure of.
"The director…," he trailed off.
"The director is amazing!" Doha chimed. "He fought for the script for five whole years until he finally got the approval. It's a story of rags to riches."
"Hmm," Zeno hummed. "Is that so?"
