Scene changes to Ella running home. She tries calling Mr. Mah, but he doesn't pick up.
Ella (thinking): What should I do? Should I call him? What if he's busy?
(Suddenly, she receives a message from Damian.)
Damian (text): Where are you?
Ella (thinking): What should I say? Should I ask or answer first?
Ella (text): I'm at home.
Damian (text, instantly): What about the shoot?
Ella (text): Shoot? Wasn't that on pause?
Damian (text): I don't leave things pending. Come to the set within two hours.
Ella ( thinking): Is that an order or a request?
Ella (text): Okay…
Damian (text): Don't worry. Things are under control.
Ella (thinking): Oh wait…
She quickly types:
Ella: About the interview, thank you.
Damian: ?
Ella (muttering to herself): What is this reaction?
She texts again:
Ella: ?
Damian: What?
Ella: Uh… nothing. Just… thank you.
Damian: Don't waste time. Come on, I'll send the address.
Ella: Ok… two hours.
She glances at the clock and then at the address. She books a cab — the route normally takes one hour, but with traffic signals, it could take the full two.
Wait… what? she thinks, feeling a mix of panic and excitement.
Ella rushed to get ready and took a cab to the set. It was a horse-riding scene, shot on a real hillside. Damian was already there, standing tall in his ancient costume. His arms were folded, medium-length hair falling naturally, with only minimal makeup.
Ella arrived in boots, an off-shoulder top, a skirt with a few accessories, and her hair half tied. She jogged up to him.
Damian (looking at her): "Summer is near, not ongoing."
Ella: "What?"
Damian: "Why are you late?" (straight-faced)
Ella: "Because of traffic. Well, I'm only a minute late."
Damian: "Every minute counts."
He turned and walked toward the set, scratching his forehead with one finger, confusion flickering in his expression.
Damian (to himself): "Was I… rude?"
The director called him. Damian approached the horse and climbed onto its back.
Ella (in her mind): "We can do this with CGI… does he even know how to ride a horse? What if he falls? Should I get first aid ready?"
But as the crew watched, Damian displayed flawless skill. He rode the horse gracefully with one hand, holding the reins steady. In the other, he carried a bow; strapped to his back was a pouch of arrows.
Ella was mesmerized by his skills.
Ella (to herself, in awe): Wow… he's good at so many things—acting, communication, horse riding… maybe there are even more hidden.
After a while of riding, Sean, Damian releases the reins of the horse. Smoothly, he takes an arrow from his back like a seasoned warrior, sets it on the bow, and narrows one eye as the camera zooms in. He releases the arrow—
—it doesn't go very far.
Ella (giggles): Maybe not archery.
Director: Cut! Perfect, Damian!
Damian rides the horse back, dismounts gracefully, and pats its neck. He walks toward the crew. The makeup artist begins fixing his hair and makeup, while Ella approaches with a water bottle. Damian smiles as he takes it. Ella looks confused at his sudden warmth. Noticing her expression, Damian's smile fades awkwardly, and he looks away.