The vans loaded at four on the dot.
Soorin was in the second van with Daehyun and two junior production staff.
Tokyo moved past the tinted windows in its late afternoon version. Lower light now, gold hitting the glass buildings at the kind of angle that made the city look like it was showing off. The streets were busier than the morning, people moving with evening energy, the kind of busy that was heading somewhere rather than leaving somewhere.
Her kit bag was between her feet. Phone in her jacket pocket.
She was going through the radio brief in her head. The studio setup, warm overhead lighting, what that was going to do to skin tones after a full morning under event hall conditions. She needed to adjust her approach for the touch-ups between segments.
Her phone buzzed.
She took it out.
Unknown number.
No message.
Just a photo.
She looked at it.
