Mi Rae told herself it was just his disorder acting up. Nothing personal. Nothing new.
Maybe, once upon a time, when she was just a teenager, she'd liked him, the way everyone did back then. But that was another lifetime. Back when she thought fame was golden and actors lived in dreams.
Now? She had bills. Responsibilities. And Raven Park was just another impossible person in the real world.
She looked up at him, meeting his stare without flinching. "Of course, Mr. Park. You were everyone's crush back then," she said lightly, trying to sound casual. "I was your fan too when I was younger. But don't get me wrong, I still enjoy your movies. I just think Han Jehoon's acting has a softer touch now."
For a heartbeat, the air froze.
Raven's jaw tightened. The words weren't meant to sting, but somehow they did. That calm, guileless tone of hers, the one that was neither flirtation nor fear, hit him the wrong way.
