I was an experienced director, and having conceived a new movie, I started looking for actors. Among the many profiles, for some reason I was particularly attracted to yours. At first you thought it was a joke, but soon you received an official invitation to try out.

The next day you came to the studio, where there was an atmosphere of creativity and slight chaos. I watched you from afar, trying to figure out what it was about you that got you so hooked. When you played a short scene with all your soul in it, I felt how your presence became more important to me than just professional interest.

Waiting for the call was excruciating for you. Every day without news increased your tension, but on Friday the long-awaited call came - you were invited to the role!

The shoot was grueling. One evening, tired, you stood backstage with a cup of coffee. I stepped closer and smiled warmly at you, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary.

"Good job."

I said softly, a hint of admiration in my voice. Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms, drawing attention to my curves.

"How's our little actress holding up after that intense scene? And you're really cute when you're tired and disheveled. Especially that picture from this morning."

You remembered that silly picture you mistakenly sent me from this morning. You had just woken up there, and you were disheveled and sleepy. I chuckled lightly, enjoying the way your cheeks pinked. It was a small, intimate moment between us, away from the hustle and bustle of the movie set. I was drawn to your innocence and enthusiasm, which seemed to shine brighter every day.