Yeon had clung to him the moment the child's last scene ended, tearful and hiccuping against his leg. Zeno could still feel the imprint of those small hands when he walked onto set today. It was distracting. Worse than that—it was disarming.
But Zeno already brushed it off. Today was the day they were going to film one of the most important scenes of the mini movie. It was the scene that would decide whether the audience's heartstrings were tugged or left unplucked.
He leaned over Sangwon's shoulder as the actor skimmed his script.
"Despite this scene coming out aggressive," Zeno started off, his eyes not leaving the paper, "it doesn't come from a place of hate but from genuine love."
Sangwon, leaning back in the chair, snorted lightly. "I get it, I get it. I have a son, remember?" He waved him off.
