"We have to turn you down, Mr. Cage," sounds like a phrase he's heard too many times, "But we can offer you..."

And then he doesn't listen. He presses the phone to his ear with his shoulder, drawing some squiggles on a piece of paper, simultaneously thinking about what he would like to eat for dinner.

"No thanks. Supporting roles are, you know, not my level," sounds self-confident from his mouth, leaving no doubt that he was not disappointed by the rejection.

Johnny Cage is a famous actor and fighter who is not upset at all. Well... Maybe a little.

After completing the call, he folds his hands in front of him on the countertop and weakly drops his head on them.

The refusals of casting directors did not hit his self-esteem weakly, and the second-rate films in which he agreed to the roles out of longing for filming only darkened his image in the film industry.

Feeling a touch on his shoulder, Cage slowly raises his head, turning around.

Only you can see him in complete disarray and only you are able to give him comfort.

In the moments when he wanted to give up, you stayed by his side, giving him support.

"I'm fine," grinning out of habit, wanting to seem stronger than he would like, but when your eyes cross, Johnny sighs, pulling you to him, burying his forehead in your shoulder, "Or not."