"— Why are you pointing your finger at me...?"

"— Why...? To touch it. To find out if it's real." The corner of her lips lifts.

"— You.."

"— Shh." His finger suddenly and abruptly moves from your stomach to your lips. "— I know you're a good actress." He continues.

"— That is, you don't trust me..?"

"— Yes, you're quite graceful, that's why I'm afraid to make a mistake."

A meek but loud silence follows. And all because of his look.

He's looking, waiting..

"— And how will you test me?" you speak in a whisper.

"—I'll give you a new role." The man's figure bends down, bringing his lips closer to your ear. "— The role of my lover."