She finishes the touch-up. He genuinely looks better now. The powder reducing shine from sun and heat. His hair properly styled.
She steps back. Evaluating her work with a professional eye.
"You're done. Believably touched up. Manager Park won't question it."
"Good." He stands but doesn't leave immediately.
Instead, he leans close.
Not close enough to touch. But close enough that she can feel the warmth of him. Smell his cologne mixed with sunscreen and sea salt.
"Tonight. My room. After filming ends. We need to talk properly. No interruptions, no time limits, no guards up."
"That's risky."
"I don't care." His voice is low. Intense. "Two more days of watching her pursue me. Two more days of you having to stay silent. We need anchor points. Moments that remind us what's real. Tonight is one of those moments."
She should say no.
Should point out that someone might see. That the risk is too high. That they've been too visible already.
But she doesn't.
"Okay. What time?"
