Giwoo stood in the middle of the set. He exchanged gazes with the surrounding staff, and he was like a total human air freshener. People who flocked to his side all had relaxed expressions as though they smelled something fragrant. Even people who were working in a hurry gained leisure when they talked to him. Some even said that just talking to Giwoo made things work out. There were many people asking him for a handshake to get some of that ‘good energy’ as well. One of the local folklore superstitions had formed on the set because of him.

Gaeul rested her chin on her hands and watched Giwoo. The better his reputation became, the more he smiled and the more the shooting set felt like a thorny vinefield. It would be great if he was someone she could outright disdain. It would be better if he just acted like Lee Miyoon and gnarled at her. She thought about how to get along with the wolf in grandma’s pajamas that was walking around the set. Just then, she made eye contact with him. He smiled pleasantly. This was the third time already. At this point, it couldn’t be anything but that he was intentionally doing this. It wasn’t that she was mistaken, and it wasn’t...