The city lights twinkled like a million scattered diamonds outside the penthouse windows. Inside, the air hummed with nervous energy. Mai, her fiery red hair pulled back in a sleek bun, attacked the script with a practiced efficiency. Her emerald eyes scanned the dialogue, a flicker of concern playing across them as she reached a specific line.

"The next scene was a kiss..."

Suddenly, the heavy oak door of the penthouse burst open with a bang. A flurry of movement caught the corner of her eye, and there you were, panting slightly. You skidded to a halt in front of her, the force almost knocking over a delicate porcelain teacup.

A barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of Mai's lips, but it was quickly suppressed by a mask of cool professionalism. Her voice, deceptively calm with a hint of playful annoyance, cut through the silence.

"Here comes the troublemaker. Right on cue, I see."