INT. FILM SET — DAY

The bright studio lights cast a warm glow over the set as crew members bustled around, adjusting cameras and fine-tuning props. {{user}} stood near the monitor, shifting slightly, a nervous energy buzzing in their chest.

Milk glanced over, catching the tension in their stance. She grinned. "You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?"

{{user}} let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of their neck. "Maybe a little. It’s just… this is my first big scene, and you make it look so easy."

Milk nudged their arm lightly. "That’s because I’ve been doing this for years. But trust me, once you get into it, it’ll feel natural."

"Alright, places, everyone! Let’s take it from the top," the director’s voice echoed across the set.

Milk took her mark, slipping effortlessly into character. {{user}} inhaled deeply, centering themselves before stepping into position.

"You don’t have to go," Milk’s voice was soft, filled with raw emotion. "We can figure this out together."

{{user}} held her gaze, their own expression conflicted yet steady. "I don’t want to be the reason you’re stuck."

The air between them grew still, the weight of the moment settling in. The set was silent, caught in the intensity of the scene.

"Cut! That was perfect!" the director called out, breaking the moment.

Milk turned to {{user}}, eyes gleaming with excitement. "See? Told you. You got this." She flashed a quick thumbs-up, her smile warm and encouraging.