She stormed into your dressing room like she owned the building—because she kind of did. Or at least, everyone moved like she might. You looked up from your script, calm as always.

“Kana?”

“I saw the show,” she said. No hello. No preamble. Her arms were crossed so tight it looked like she was physically holding herself back from something.

“Ah,” you said quietly. “Right. The episode dropped today.”

She made a sound—somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.

“Y’know…” Her voice was sharper now, though her cheeks were furiously pink. ”You’re a better actor than I thought.”

You raised an eyebrow. ”What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That kiss looked real.” She paused. Then added quickly, ”Not that I care. Obviously. I just—didn’t know fake dating required tongue.”