James Wallace was taken aback, seemingly not expecting such an odd question from the other party.
She wasn't anyone famous; a backstage worker couldn't make much of an impact.
Just thinking about it made James feel a bit disdainful.
But perhaps because everyone loves beauty, the moment he saw her face, all his biases and discontent vanished for an instant.
Who doesn't like beautiful things?
He steadied his thoughts and asked again, his voice unusually gentle, "Who are you?"
Then he heard the other person's light scoff, a clear scoffing laugh.
Annoyance flickered through James's heart, but he didn't lash out as he usually would.
"Are you a new staff member? Are you sitting here because you're tired? But I'm not too familiar with the internal staff of your show, so can you tell me your name?"
His expression became unusually serious.
He vowed he'd never pretended to be such a gentleman in his life.
