The main set was already humming with energy by the time Joon-ho stepped onto it. Floodlights burned through the thin morning mist, throwing harsh white light over the freshly painted floor and tangled cords. Crew members hurried between cameras and carts, wrangling props, waving call sheets, their voices rising and falling in sharp bursts of urgency. Above it all, the faint scent of coffee and powder clung to the air.
Joon-ho lingered at the edge for a moment, half-excited, half-uneasy. Mirae caught up with him, tugging the hem of her fitted jacket into place. She glanced around, then nudged him with her elbow. "You nervous? It's a bit different from the Jeju café, huh?"
He grinned, the memory coming back. "Honestly, last time I was on a set, I spent more time behind the kitchen counter than in front of the camera. I was just helping the cooking staff. Didn't even have a single line."
