Mr. Mah (glancing at the rearview mirror, smiling): "Alright."
Eventually, the car pulled up in front of Ella's house.
Damian gave a small cough, trying to wake her.
No response.
He coughed again — louder this time. Still nothing.
Damian (annoyed): "Hey! Stupid girl! We're at your place. Get out of my car!"( turns to her )
Ella (suddenly waking up): "Huh? Oh no… I fell asleep in your car?! I'm so sorry! Really, I didn't mean to—"
Damian (coldly): "Just go."( turns back)
Ella (getting out quickly): "Thanks for dropping me… Bye."
Damian didn't reply. As soon as she stepped out and closed the door, he gave the order:
Damian: "Drive."
(Rey is sleeping on the sofa, the TV is on. The door clicks open and Rey wakes up.)
Rey: So, you're back? (Still waking up)
Ella: Yes, thankfully. I thought I'd have to work through the night.
Rey: Yeah… (Suddenly realizes and jumps in front of her) So, how was it working with Damian? I know he's calm and caring…
Ella: Caring!? No, girl, you're mistaken.
Rey: Hey! He is caring. I know him better—I've been his fan since he was a child actor! How can you judge him after working with him for just one day?
Ella: So you're saying you've been his fan since childhood?
Rey: Yes! I've told you this a million times. How could you forget?
Ella (in her mind): You told me before? "So you're saying it again—that you've been his fan since childhood? How many times will you remind me?"
Rey: Anyway, leave that. Tell me everything—what drink does he like? What brand of food does he eat?
Ella: Everything was homemade. (Trying to dodge the question)
Rey: That's not possible!
Ella: So… you also know his housekeeping staff now? (Pulling out her nightdress)
Rey: No, he doesn't have any! He said in his interview that he does his chores himself.
Ella: And you believed that? (Changing her clothes)
Rey: Just tell me!
Ella: I can't. His manager told me not to share anything.
Rey: I'm not "anyone"! I'm your best friend—and his biggest fan!
Ella: You know, sometimes I feel like you're a sasaeng fan. And sometimes I think how lucky he is… to have a fan like you. (Trying to flip the topic as she walks to the bed)