“Could you… Look in front of you, miss?”

“I’m looking very well.”

“No, not me. The front.”

Moonjoong pointed in front of him with a small smile, the light was turning green. Miso bowed apologetically before stepping on the pedal.

“Do I really look that interesting?”

“Well, it’s just… No, I know this is really rude to say, but yes. Also, please speak casually to me. You’re a senior.”

“But this is our first time meeting.”

“It’s fine, really.”

“...Alright, fine then.”

Moonjoong looked at the books, notes, and scripts strewn about inside the car. He used to put all sorts of stuff in his car at some point as well, for the sake of conserving time. He started sleeping in his car instead when he realized that proper rest was also a part of his work.

“Can I look at these?”

“Of course.”

Miso was a very energetic woman. Most men probably can’t assert themselves in front of her. Moonjoong picked up a script and slowly started reading from it. Scripts were essentially a notebook of an actor’s life experience, it was a valuable source that told him about an actor’s personality....