Photographer: Very good, Damian!
(The makeup artist steps in to fix his makeup.)
Photographer: Can we do the next take shirtless with just a blazer on top? It'll totally match the summer vibe.
(The makeup artist gives a small smile. Ella shifts uncomfortably, glancing down.)
Damian: I'm sorry, but I don't like revealing skin. You already know that.
Photographer: I know, but just imagine how stunning that shot will look!
Mr. Mah: If he said no, then it's a no.
(Damian glances at Ella, who quickly looks away.)
Photographer: We'll pay you more!
(Damian frowns slightly, thinking Ella might be upset with him.)
Mr. Mah: Why don't you get it—
Damian: Fine. But only for two minutes — take as many shots as you can.
Photographer: Really? Thank you, sir! Hey, bring the blazer — fast!
Mr. Mah: You don't have to if you don't want to. (low voice)
Damian: He's been insisting for a while. I can at least do this much for him.
(He glances again at Ella, who still looks uncertain.)
Mr. Mah: If you feel uncomfortable, we can stop any time, okay?
Damian: Yes.
(He starts walking toward Ella as a makeup artist hurries over with the blazer.)
Makeup Artist: Here, sir!
Damian: Thanks. (Takes it politely.) Ella, can you come with me for a second?
Ella: Me? (Surprised) Why?
Damian: I need your help with something. Come on.
(He walks toward the dressing room. Ella follows, puzzled. Mr. Mah notices.)
Damian: Here, hold this blazer.
Ella: Okay. (Takes it. Damian turns around, bending slightly.) What?
Damian: The zipper's stuck. Can you open it? The fabric's too thin to pull hard.
Ella: Oh… okay. (Flustered, she gently unzips it halfway.)
Damian: Thanks. (Steps inside with the blazer.)
Ella: So… can I go now?
Damian: Wait a second.
(A moment later, he steps out — now wearing only the blazer, shirtless underneath, paired with jeans. He spreads his arms slightly and gives her a soft, innocent look.)
Damian: How does it look?
Ella: Uh… (Her eyes dart away, trying not to stare.)
Damian: Doesn't look good, right?
Ella: No, I mean—yeah, I mean—ahh— (completely flustered)
(Damian crouches slightly to meet her gaze.)
Damian: So should I say no then? (Gently teasing)
Ella: It's your choice! I'm going.
(She rushes out, face red. Damian chuckles softly.)
Damian: She's so innocent.
(He glances at himself in the mirror, smiles faintly, then changes back into his normal outfit.)
CUT TO: OUTSIDE THE DRESSING ROOM
(Damian exits — now fully dressed in his usual clothes. He carries the blazer folded over his arm.)
Photographer: What happened, Damian?
Damian: The size's a bit small. Sorry, I can't do it.
Photographer: I told you the size clearly! Who brought the wrong one? (snaps at the staff)
Damian: It's fine, don't get mad. Maybe next time.
(He looks at Ella, who's still flustered. He walks beside her as the shoot wraps up.)
Ella: Why did you lie?
Damian: Me? When? (They walk through the hallway.)
Ella: The blazer fit perfectly. Why'd you say it was small? (avoiding his eyes)
Damian: You saw me in it? (Surprised but secretly pleased)
Ella: N-no, I didn't!
Damian: Then how do you know it fit, huh?
Anyway, I only said no because you said it didn't look good on me.
Ella: I never said that!
(She glances up — Damian's smiling at her, hands behind his back. She quickly looks down, blushing.)