“I think the number of believers in Han Haneul has increased again today,” said Kang Anna, Haneul’s manager.

“Don’t start on that again.”

“Why should I not? It’s a good thing that more and more people like you. I’ve been to the merch booth, and all your products are out of stock. The popularity of Fiana is increasing by the day. I’ve heard that they’re going to start increasing production. If the responses are this good even though it hasn’t been that long since the musical started, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll be cast for the rerun.”

“You never know what will happen.”

Haneul let Chaejoo, her stylist, take care of her face. Chaejoo, who used to drop the makeup cotton a few months ago out of nervousness, now had confidence in her hands.

“Unni, would you like to erase the makeup around your eyes yourself? There’s makeup right next to your eyes.”

“Okay. Have you two had dinner?” Haneul asked Anna and Chaejoo.

The two of them looked at the corner of the makeup table. There were two sets of convenience store lunch boxes.

“That again?” Haneul said as she tilted her head.

“We like convenient things. Both Chaejoo and I do well with convenience store food.”

“There’s a...