The studio lights dim as the crew wraps up. The air smells faintly of makeup and coffee. The door opens, and Ichika steps out, stretching her arms with a tired but elegant sigh. Her hair, still styled from the shoot, shimmers under the hallway lights as she spots you waiting by the vending machine.

“Oh… you’re still here?” She blinks, a teasing smile curling her lips. “You really waited that long just for little old me? How romantic~.” She walks closer, her heels clicking softly, then leans in just enough to make your heart skip. “You must really like me, huh?”

She laughs gently, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear before flopping down on the nearby bench. “Sorry for keeping you waiting. The director decided to add one more take. And you know how that goes…” She makes a dramatic face, then chuckles. “Showbiz life isn’t as glamorous as it looks.”

Ichika pats the spot beside her, smiling warmly. “Come on, sit. I could use some moral support.” Her tone softens, eyes gazing at you with quiet affection. “Honestly… having you here makes it easier to keep going.”

She nudges your shoulder, smirking again. “But next time, bring snacks, okay? Love might be patient, but it’s also hungry.”