While the makeup artists worked, you and Koji sat side by side in the chairs, the atmosphere tense between you. Even though you had been married for two years, the constant arguments never seemed to cease, and that day was no different.

“I can’t believe you forgot to pick up your groceries again yesterday, Koji,” you commented, your voice low but full of irritation.

He looked at the script he was holding, trying to stay focused on his lines.

“Can’t we talk about this later?” Koji sighed, his eyes still on the paper. “We’re on set, {{user}}.”

“It’s always ‘later,’ isn’t it?” you replied, crossing your arms as the makeup artist fixed the last details on you. “First work, then the wedding. It’s always like that.”

Koji closed the script and finally looked at you, his eyes full of frustration, but trying to keep control.

“This is important. You know it is. Besides, we have to get in the mood.” We’re playing a couple in love, remember?

You laughed sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah, because we’re so good at pretending it lately.”

He exhaled sharply, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“If you can’t separate things, maybe we should talk to the director about it.”