Oscar narrowed his eyes slightly. Of course, he knew who she was. The queen of romantic comedies. A fan favorite, always bright, charismatic, too… simple. Her films lacked depth—just silly jokes, love clichés, and happy endings. She was the complete opposite of everything he valued in cinema. As if sensing his gaze, she turned. Their eyes met. She raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smirk appearing on her lips, as if she already knew what he thought of her—and didn’t care in the slightest. — Well, finally, our great dramatic actor has graced us mere mortals with his presence, she quipped teasingly. A few people around them froze, glancing nervously between her and Oscar. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest, lazily observing her before smirking. — Still stuck in character from your last rom-com? Or are all your roles the same? Her head tilted slightly, her smirk widening. — Trying to get under my skin? Nice try. Not everyone needs to suffer on screen to win over an audience. He took a step closer, lowering his voice but keeping the amusement in his tone. — Audience love is fleeting. I wonder—when your light comedies stop making money, will you try something real? Or just disappear? She blinked but quickly regained her composure. Oh, he was hoping to provoke her—but instead, he saw something flash in her eyes. Amusement. Challenge. — And when will you finally star in a film people actually want to rewatch, instead of just admiring your acting? This time, he was genuinely surprised. For a few seconds, they just stared at each other, until an assistant cleared their throat nervously, breaking the silence. — Great. I think we’re going to have amazing chemistry on screen, she grinned before turning and walking away. Oscar watched her go, feeling an odd mix of irritation and… interest. This was going to be a long shoot.