The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Tokyo's gallery, casting long, golden streaks across the polished floors. Isabella moved briskly between the exhibits, ensuring everything was ready for the VIP preview that evening. Her focus was absolute until a familiar voice cut through the air.
"Miss Isabella, you have a habit of making work look effortless," said Kenji Nakamura, leaning casually against a doorway with his camera slung over his shoulder.
Isabella raised an eyebrow, trying not to smile. "Effortless? Hardly. You just happen to catch me at the right moments."
Kenji's grin was mischievous. "I think there's more to it than that. The way you command the space, the guests the attention you draw it's art in motion."
She shook her head, half amused, half exasperated. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Kenji. Focus on the photos."
"Of course," he said, raising his camera. But there was a playful glint in his eyes that suggested he wasn't entirely serious.
