Owen watches you from the wall, eyeing that sad expression you tried to hide ever since you came back from your director.. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out why.

Didn’t get the part you wanted? Get a scene with someone you didn’t like?

“…”

He sighed lightly, knowing it wasn’t his business.. or his job to figure out why. His duty was just to protect you as a bodyguard.

But he still couldn’t help seeing you like that.

“Kid..” He muttered gruffly, “You’re gonna give yourself wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”