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"So, is this your first time on a film set?"

A blue-haired woman with a bob cut asked, confidently pushing the door open with her shoulder. The man walking beside her lowered his gaze.

"Yeah, just never found the time..."

"Hmph, you're the head screenwriter, yet you don't even check on the work," she replied softly, but with a hint of regret.

Their approach was interrupted by a cheerful voice.
"Haje! Hi! Oh, and Soleum's with you! Good to see you, buddy!"

The voice belonged to a tall, brown-haired guy with his arms spread wide, clearly ready for a hug.
"Just missing our Squad Commander Jaheon, and Team D will be all assembled. Just like the good old days."

The memories of that time were some of Kim Soleum's favorites. It was a university story. It so happened that the four of them studied in the same department film production. Though they were in different years. And then one day, a short film contest was announced. A team was formed: cinematographer Lee Jaheon, screenwriter Kim Soleum, actress Eun Haje, and sound engineer, who also doubled as the editor, Park Minseong.

They didn't get first place, but they received a special mention, which was also very gratifying. Lee Jaheon was called the "Squad Commander" simply because he was the senior and the team captain. They'd been friends ever since.

"Minseong, calm down," Hajae snorted, deftly dodging his hug while holding a bag of snacks and canned coffees. "And isn't the Squad Commander right here?"

"Yes, I'm here."

"Hello, boss," the girl and the two hugging guys chorused. Kim Soleum couldn't escape his tactile older friend, nor did he try very hard, as he was also happy to see him.

Team D arrived just as the break was ending. On the way, they handed donuts to their editor, who immediately began devouring them. He staunchly defended them from the Art Director, who looked like a mad scientist—which was, in other words, his usual look.

A commotion rose around them. Haje was dragged away by the makeup artists, and Jaheon went to adjust the camera. Park Minseong, however, stayed next to Kim Soleum, explaining what was happening on set.

"I'm so happy for you, junior," he said, popping open a can. "Your first film as the head screenwriter. The moment I found out who was writing the story, I agreed immediately. You deserve to be here, and many would confirm that."

Kim Soleum was washed over by a pleasant warmth from the praise and the reunion with his old friends.
"Thank you, Minseong. I'm really happy to be working with you again, too."

"Ah, it's nothing..." the sound engineer replied, scratching his head awkwardly. "By the way, our producer is an amazing person; he managed to invite that host! The role is small, of course, but it'll save a ton on advertising..."

Quickly looking around, Park Minseong leaned right into Soleum's ear and whispered: "And there are rumors that the host offered to be in it himself. And supposedly because of someone specific."

"Gossiping without me?" a melodic baritone with a slight American accent suddenly sounded behind them.

"W-what? No, Mr. Braun! We were talking about... the weather, work, the weather at work!" Park Minseong began waving his hands, trying to change the subject.

"Relax, I understand completely," Braun said with a wave of his hand. "It's not for nothing they call me a showbiz shark."

A light laugh slipped into his voice. Along with his soft smile and warm gaze, Kim Soleum understood why this man was so popular. A blond with perfectly styled hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a light three-piece suit. A popular TV host with his own show, and more recently, the owner of an explosively popular podcast.

While Kim Soleum was contemplating the man before him, active work began on set, forcing Minseong to hastily leave his friend and attend to his duties.

The tall man made a smooth gesture with his hand.
"Shall we step aside? I'm afraid we might disturb the creative process."

As they approached a wall, Braun decided to strike up a conversation.
"By the way, dear Mr. Screenwriter," the host said casually, though he watched his companion's reaction intently out of the corner of his eye, "what if that rumor turns out to be true?"

"Excuse me?" Soleum almost tripped over a cable in surprise. His cheeks instantly flushed, and he lowered his head.

The screenwriter stubbornly stared at the rectangular shadow cast by the host, but that scorching gaze seemed intent on burning a hole right through him. Gathering his courage, Kim Soleum looked up, but the host had already turned away. His gaze was directed at Haje, who was zealously rummaging through a pile of props, looking for important papers. As Kim Soleum remembered from the script, she was supposed to be caught by two police officers next.

"Please forgive this host for such an indecent joke," the blond coughed awkwardly, shifting his gaze back to the shorter man beside him. "It's just... you look incredibly cute when you blush."

"Th-thank you?" His cheeks burned even brighter than before.

"So modest!" The host shook his head gently. "Mr. Soleum, I assure you, you could easily act in films yourself. I'm sure you'd be made a star in no time. Your ideas... they're unique. You create the most unforgettable scenes with truly amazing twists. I say this as someone who knows a thing or two about it."

"Mr. Braun, I think you're flattering me too much. But... does that mean you've seen the projects I've worked on?" Kim Soleum couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.

Braun smiled, blinked a couple of times with his green eyes, and his smile grew wider and a little... shy.
"I've been following your work since one of your earliest projects. I can be proud that I spotted your talent so early, compared to others." He coughed lightly, and a faint blush appeared on his cheekbones. "It's awkward to admit, but the rumor is the absolute truth. I agreed to be in this film for you. The opportunity to participate, Mr. Soleum, in your first solo work and to finally meet you is a truly immense pleasure for me..."

After giving him a moment to process the words, Braun continued.
"And, seizing the moment, I'd like to invite you to be a guest on one of my podcasts, sometime closer to the end of filming. What do you think about that?"

The proposal hung in the air. Kim Soleum felt his knees go slightly weak. His first impulse was to politely refuse. But he looked at Brown again. In the host's usually confident green eyes, he saw genuine hope and even a faint plea.

"That's, um, a very tempting offer..." Kim Soleum sighed and gave in to the charm of the taller man. "Why not?"

The screenwriter was immediately met by a dazzling smile from the man opposite him.
"God, thank you so much!" Braun exclaimed, his joy so childlike and immediate that Soleum couldn't help but smile back. "I promise, I'll make that episode the best one yet!"

Turning to leave and attend to his business, the TV host looked incredibly happy. Even his perfectly styled hair seemed to bounce cheerfully, .

The screenwriter's cheeks were still burning, and a shiver ran down his spine.

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On the next day of filming, Soleum arrived at the set on his own, without any invitations. It was quite early in the morning, most of the city was still asleep. Riding the almost empty subway feels strangely unfamiliar, the screenwriter thought.

He stopped to the side, watching his creation come to life. It was a surreal feeling. The fiction from his head, written in a dark room in front of the blue glow of a monitor, would be seen by countless eyes. It seemed like a fairly simple story, but everyone who had read the script swore it was powerful work.

A detective drama about a journalist with a sharp sense of justice, digging up dirt on politicians. During her investigations, she meets two police officers who initially hinder her at every turn, as not all her methods of gathering information are strictly legal. But they gradually become drawn to her and her ideals, becoming her allies.

Then came the payoff. A police officer died. The killer was acquitted. The journalist couldn't recover from this loss and was filled with a determination for revenge, while the remaining partner tried desperately to stop her, all while gathering evidence himself.

And then the scene Soleum was truly proud of. She stands surrounded by bodies and the chaos she herself created. The silence is broken by her joyless laugh. She throws a last glance at her friend, and a gunshot rings out. In the next shot, that same police officer is being awarded for stopping a dangerous criminal. His bright smile from the beginning of the story is now twisted and crooked.

"God, who decided to shoot at dawn?" an irritated voice snapped the screenwriter out of his thoughts.

Haje appeared next to him, already in makeup and costume, downing half a bottle of mineral water in one go.
"Hey, Soleum, didn't expect to see you a second day in a row," she said, looking him over as if she still couldn't believe he was there.

Soleum was silent for a moment, searching for words. And just as he opened his mouth...
"I..."
"Looking for Mr. Braun?" she interrupted him slyly, then winked.

He froze with his mouth open, like a fish out of water. His reaction made her snicker. Soleum immediately tried to put on his usual stoic expression, but the girl beside him only giggled more.
"Minseong told me yesterday you talked with the host," she said, quickly glancing towards the crew. "And you've been scanning the place for someone all morning, hah. I hate to disappoint you a little, but he's not coming today."

Kim Soleum would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. Not that it was unexpected. Braun's role was a TV host who also worked as the journalist's informant. He benefited from the scandals she created; she got information in return. A media alliance, so to speak.

A notification sound went off. Haje quickly typed something and started waving to someone. The screenwriter, trying to see who it was, turned around. Two guys in police uniforms were walking towards them. The taller one, with dark hair and a stern face, seemed to be scolding his colleague, who was talking even more animatedly. This colleague had dark brown hair and a strange scar on his neck. Kim Soleum assumed the makeup artists would cover it up later.

They were almost upon them, close enough to hear what they were arguing about.
"I didn't shake the can on purpose, I'm telling you the truth!"
"But you laughed the loudest," the dark-haired one said, crossing his arms.
"Because it was funny!" the one who'd been laughing stopped right in front of Kim Soleum, grinned widely, and extended his hand. "I'm Choi Yowon, and this is Ryu Jaekwan. We play your law enforcers. Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Screenwriter!"
"Pleasure to meet you," Ryu Jaekwan nodded.

Kim Soleum looked them over again and shook the offered hand.
"Good morning, Kim Soleum, head screenwriter. Please take care of me."
"Finally got to see you!" Yowon said, puffing out his lips a little, but after a nudge in the side, he smiled again. "You left so quickly yesterday we didn't even get to say hello. Well, no matter, we've been given another opportunity today."

"Now that all the main players are here," Haje said, tossing her bottle into a nearby bin, "I guess we can discuss how the author sees his characters? The script reading was without you, Soleum."

"How much water can you even hold?" Yeowon got another nudge, this time from the girl.

Kim Soleum felt a little ashamed. He hadn't been at the reading or the casting. He'd had a bit of burnout as the author, so he'd been recovering at home, rewatching his favorite cartoons. Of course, all the actors had been approved by him, and he'd been sent a video of the reading, but that didn't lessen the guilt.
"Well then, what questions do you have?" asked the screenwriter, running a hand over his neck.

"The connection between the journalist and Police Officer A, played by Jaekwan..." Haje began, straight to the point as always. "Should I look more in love, or desperate? Because during the kiss, it feels like she's clinging to him as her only salvation?"
"Should I adjust my performance a bit too?" Police Officer A's actor chimed in.

Kim Soleum thought about how to answer to make his vision of the scene clear to everyone.
"A lovestruck look isn't necessary. The most important thing is an expression of trust and attachment. The journalist grows fond of them, starts to trust them, and involves them in her plans. So yes, the kiss is desperate, not about love. Love didn't develop, but there was already an infatuation—on the policeman's part, though. The journalist didn't have time to realize her feelings," Soleum paused to take a sip of water before continuing. "She wanted to give him some comfort. Although in this scene, she's really just clinging to him, trying to keep her sanity."

"So that's why my character didn't let her kiss me too!" Yowon hit his own forehead. "She's hysterical, and someone here has to stay sane."
"Exactly," the screenwriter agreed.

The discussion about the characters went on for about an hour. The actors were called to film, and Kim Soleum was left alone again. He had the feeling he'd forgotten something. Right, the scar.

Kim Soleum wanted to ask Yowon about the scar, but when he looked at him again, it was gone. Had they covered it up that quickly? He could think of no other logical explanation, so the screenwriter just shrugged.

As he watched the filming, Soleum was slightly bothered by the fact that Lee Jaheon kept glancing at him the whole time. Maybe there was something on his face; that couldn't be allowed.
Quickly opening his phone's camera, the filming process accidentally caught in the lens, and the screenwriter thought he saw his friend with the head of a lizard, with narrow, vertical pupils. Rubbing his eyes and blinking, he decided it was just a trick of his sleep-deprived mind. Lee Jaheon looked as composed as ever.

Haje is right, he thought. Who schedules shoots at dawn?

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Kim Soleum's legs were about to fall off. He hadn't walked this much in a long time. Even though he'd spent the entire weekend just strolling around and meeting people. It's nice to get out like this from time to time.

On Saturday, he met with his assistant and friend, Jang Heoun. They settled into a cozy cafe and spent almost the entire day talking about the film and each other's creative projects. The long-haired one shared his idea for a thriller novel about an amusement park. It was a very pleasant and productive conversation.

On Sunday, Soleum was first dragged out for a walk by Squad D. Minseong was the initiator of the walk; it was clear he was a bit on edge, to which Haje smiled sweetly. Just after stepping away from the stalls with warm buns, he blurted out about his engagement to Hadge, grinning from ear to ear. His now-fiancée stood next to him, smiling awkwardly with a slight blush and shining eyes. A smile spread across Soleum's face on its own, and he congratulated them with all his heart. It's so nice to know his friends have decided to take such a serious step as marriage. The conversation flowed easily, jokes were cracked, one of which was the question of whether Kim Soleum would be the best man or the maid of honor. For now, they settled on him being the officiant. How the argument led to that decision... was a mystery.

Just before everyone went their separate ways, Lee Jaheon, their silent leader, caught the screenwriter by the elbow. Red eyes flashed.

"Are you okay?" His voice was accompanied by the sound of static. Kim Soleum wanted to jerk away, but the hand gripping him wouldn't allow it.

"I'm fine, Commander," the screenwriter forced the words out, feeling a lump form in his throat. "If you're worried about me, then I'm okay. Okay. Making the film... it scares me a bit, but I think I can handle it. Thank you for your concern."

The man with vertical pupils frowned, his gaze shifting to the sky for a moment before returning to the screenwriter.

"Kim Sol-"

"Kim Soleum! What a meeting! And Mr. Jaheon!" Choi shouted joyfully, quickly approaching. "What a meeting, ha-ha! I was just thinking how cool it would be to run into you, Soleum, and here you are! Was this set up, heh?"

"Good evening. Truly an unexpected meeting," Soleum replied with a sigh of relief, then turned his head back to Jahon, who was quickly shaking the actor's hand. "Sorry, Commander, but what did you—"

"By the way, I have a meeting with Ryu Jaekwan nearby, will you join me?" Choi continued, ignoring the atmosphere.

"No," Lee Jaheon answered in his usual impassive tone.

"Really a pity," It was visible that he wanted to ask why, but knowing the communication skills of his interlocutor, he decided not to waste his breath. "Then we'll be going. Have a good evening."

"Good evening."

Jaheon nodded in farewell and walked away without looking back. That conversation made Soleum nervous, but Choi, and then Ryu Jaekwan, distracted him from the topic.

The rest of the evening passed without any oddities, but remembering that conversation brought the nervousness back.

As mentioned earlier, Kim Soleum returned home wrung out like a lemon, but with a pleasant fatigue.

He collapsed into bed, stomach full, and was about to pass out when he heard a notification on his phone.

Groping for the phone, he turned it on with some irritation.

A message had arrived.

From an unknown number.

[Greetings, my apologies for such a late message. This is your favorite TV host, Braun.]

After such a message, all sleep vanished as if by magic. Soleum immediately sat up straight, his heart pounding right in his throat. His hands trembled. Was it him? What if it wasn't? Was someone playing a joke on him? Awkwardly swiping his fingers across the screen, he accidentally hit the call button.

A dial tone sounded.

Soleum jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the phone, and let out a squeak.

A chuckle and that same pleasant-to-the-ear voice came from the phone.

"No one has ever reacted to my message like that," another chuckle came through the receiver. The screenwriter was burning with embarrassment. "Do I scare you that much? That's sad."

"What? No, Mr. Braun," Kim Soleum waved his free hand as if the other could see him, then embarrassedly lowered it. "How could you scare me? It was the surprise, and I thought someone was pranking me..."

There was no answer from the other side for a few seconds. The screenwriter began to think he had offended the host. But then laughter was heard again, sending shivers down his spine.

"If I scared people, I simply wouldn't have an audience. A good artist must know how to win people over, Mr. Soleum," it was said in a calming tone, though laced with self-satisfaction.

"And no one in life could imitate me, not even a little." This was said quieter, almost a whisper, and somehow dangerously. But a moment later, the usual cheerful host returned. "In any case, I'm very glad you called. Your voice is what I've been missing these days. I'll be bold and say I hope it's the same for you."

Kim Soleum didn't understand what was happening to him. From that voice alone, he had so many sensations; it was like he was burning alive, and at the same time, relaxing somewhere familiar. His heart was racing wildly. It all felt so familiar... and so frightening.

"Y-yes, I missed your voice too," the screenwriter surprised himself with his own boldness.

"My God..." Braun's voice trembled, sounding excited. "To be honest... I didn't actually hope you'd really answer, Mr. Kim Soleum."

A pause ensued.

The host was the first to break the silence again.

"Ahem, since that's how it is," his voice cracked at the end of the phrase, "tomorrow after the shoot, what do you think about dinner? At some quiet restaurant?"

If Kim Soleum thought he was burning before, now he was suffocating. A date? Was that it? They'd literally known each other for a day. This only happens in novels or fan works.

Why did he even decide it was a date? Braun clearly said 'meeting'. Dinner. Together.

"Mr. Kim Soleum? Are you there?" The host sounded worried.

"Yes-yes! I'm here," the screenwriter cleared his throat. "Yes, why not. Thank you for the invitation."

Soleum, unable to bear the embarrassment, quickly said goodbye.

"Then, I'll see you tomorrow on set. Goodbye."

Carefully placing the phone on the oak nightstand next to the bed, he stared at the ceiling, feeling nervousness throughout his entire body. Then, covering his face with a pillow, he began to scream silently. He calmed down. And repeated the action.

In the silence of the room, another notification sounded. The screenwriter flinched and turned on the screen with a trembling hand.

Unknown number:
[Good night, Mr. Screenwriter.]

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A powerful clap echoed through the set. The man forcefully shut the folder and, with a satisfied expression, looked directly into the camera lens, a predatory smile on his face.

"Cut!" shouted director Cheong Dallae, and a tense silence fell as everyone waited to see if there would be another take or if they could move on. The entire crew held its breath while she, frowning, reviewed the footage. The director watched it several times, struck a thoughtful pose, smiled, and to everyone's joy, proclaimed, "That's a wrap for today!"

Cheers erupted from all sides. The workday was over, and it was still relatively early in the evening. The actors headed to the dressing rooms, the lighting technicians began packing up their equipment, and the sound of J3 and Jegang arguing could be heard echoing through the hall once again.

"Finally, your eye-fucking is over, I was almost sick to my stomach," a guy with an eye patch leaning against the wall said very irritably. Kim Soleum turned his unblinking gaze toward him. "Jeez, alright, alright, better look at your boyfriend than at me."

"He looks better than you, Saheon," the screenwriter retorted shortly, once again ceasing to pay him any attention. The insulted guy clenched his fists. If it were anyone else, he would have started arguing and maybe even fighting, but technically, this was his employer, and overall, a creepy guy, who knows what goes on in his head. Saheon had a very strong sense of self-preservation.

"Well, Soleum is telling the truth. Mr. Braun does look better than you," joined in Go Yeongeun, a supporting actress and their mutual friend. Looking at the two guys with mild amusement, she continued, "And Saheon must be telling the truth too, since you're not denying it."

Soleum swiftly turned his head toward the girl and just as quickly blushed. Then he covered his face with his hands.

Saheon snickered beside him. The screenwriter promised himself to get back at him someday, for example, by telling everyone how he constantly slacks off, like now. The guy with the patch was supposed to be helping with the equipment, but he slipped away under the pretext of needing to use the restroom. And this wasn't the first time.
Or he could tell the team that Sahon had bladder problems. Let's see how long he could endure the pitiful, understanding looks.

Through his fingers, Soleum began to speak. "We're not boyfriends yet..."

"Yet? Hah, didn't know you had a thing for daddies," Saheon's sense of self-preservation was intermittent. The screenwriter made a mental note: weak bladder.

"You know, Soleum..." Yeongeun said quietly, gazing into the distance, "your chances of landing that 'daddy' are pretty high."

"Yeongeun!" the screenwriter nearly squeaked, while the guy next to him made faces to keep from laughing.

"No jokes. He looks for you with his eyes every free second he gets. Like right now, for example," she said, now looking very expressively at Soleum.

He immediately turned his head, and his gaze met the honey-colored eyes of Braun, who had been watching him for the couple of hours Soleum had been there. And every time their eyes met, it sent a tickle to his stomach and made him feel weightless, as if all his organs were floating.

"And there it is again..." Saheon sighed heavily, pretending to be utterly disgusted. Yeongeun, however, smiled calmly, happy for her friend.

She began to slowly but persistently bother the guy with the patch.
"What do you want from me?"
"Soleum, we should get going. You said you had plans today." The girl almost forced Sahon to go with her. He grumbled at first, but then thought that he wouldn't have to stand next to this psychopath and watch all this "lovey-dovey" stuff anymore, so he even started walking faster than Yeon-eun.

The screenwriter was alone again, but not for long. Finally, Braun became free.

They exchanged pleasantries, Soleum mumbled something about good acting, and Braun flashed a dazzling smile in return. They left the set under the approving gazes of the others. Soleum could have sworn someone even whistled. Though part of him wanted to sink into the ground from the attention, he was utterly thrilled to have their support. And walking beside him was such an... amazing man.

Just thinking that, the screenwriter noticed Braun's demeanor shift from proud and confident to slightly awkward. He ran a hand through his hair. The difference was subtle, but Soleum, being an observant person, noticed it.

The entire car ride to the restaurant passed in an awkward silence. Soleum watched the streets at first, and by the end, he was watching the reflection of the host in the window. Braun, meanwhile, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, looking so relaxed and comfortable - a rare, natural, almost vulnerable side of him that was seldom seen.

Upon arrival, Braun, ever the gentleman, was the first to exit the car and opened the door for Soleum, offering his hand. Not wanting to ruin the moment, the screenwriter took a deep breath and accepted the offered hand.

It was an expensive restaurant with Italian cuisine. The decor was in pleasant muted shades of green and gold, adorned with various plants, reminiscent of a garden. Soft live music played somewhere.

They were led to a secluded corner by the window. The sun had almost set, casting everything in shades of orange. Soleum found himself unintentionally staring at his date. His meeting partner.

"The setting sun's rays suit you so well. It's like there's a shining halo around you," Braun complimented, looking very pleased, like a well-fed cat. Soleum, of course, became flustered but managed to overcome it and smiled meekly in return. "If anyone told me you were a saint, I'd believe them without a second thought!" the host continued, playful sparks dancing in his eyes.

"Then you would be my favorite parishioner," the screenwriter retorted, deciding two could play at this game. He expected to see the host become embarrassed, but instead, Braun literally bloomed. His eyes sparkled, and his movements became slightly more animated.

At that moment, a waiter approached and handed them menus.

Soleum chose mushroom risotto and tiramisu, Braun opted for rabbit ragout. A vintage wine from the 70s was also ordered, at the host's insistence.
"To celebrate our first... dinner," he said. Soleum didn't correct him.

The waiter left, and a brief, but not uncomfortable, silence hung in the air.

"You know..." Braun began, taking the recently delivered wine glass and swirling it slightly, "I don't usually do this. All these meetings and dinners. And with someone I've barely spoken to before. You'll agree, it's not very professional."

His eyes flashed gold. Something clenched in Soleum's chest, and he nodded. It was also somehow unusual to see the host's eyes like this.

"But, for you, I made an exception for such foolishness," he said in a soft whisper.

"And what do you want from this foolishness?" the screenwriter replied in a whisper, maintaining the mystique of the moment.

"For it to be more personal," Braun leaned slightly over the table, getting closer to Soleum. With his large, gloved hand, the host covered Soleum's hand, as if blocking any path of retreat. "For example... a date."

"I... Yes. I'll support your foolishness."

Braun leaned back in his chair, smiling, having gotten what he wanted. His hand still held Soleum's.

"Excellent, my friend!" He took a sip of wine, savoring the moment. "Then I suggest we mark the occasion and move beyond formalities. I'm tired of creating distance between us with conventions. Just call me Braun. I'd be happy if you called me that."

"Yes, of course..." It was awkward to just call each other by their names, but it felt like he was being given a choice over something much bigger. "Braun."

"Oh, Soleum," a sea of colors seemed to swirl in Braun's eyes, the sound of electricity grew louder, and the contrast between light and shadow intensified. The faces of the people around became barely distinguishable. "You made the right choice."

The world around seemed blurry, and a tingling sensation started in the hand Braun was holding.

Everything returned to normal as soon as their food was brought out. Aromatic steam rose from the dishes. The waiter's face seemed different from before.

Braun clapped his hands.
"Let's dispel this atmosphere of awkwardness and flirting with something else, my friend," the host winked at the screenwriter, the familiar playfulness returning to his gaze.

This action somewhat washed away Soleum's disappointment at the loss of warmth on his hand.
"Yes, yes, good. Hm, since that's the case, what about the podcast?"

"What a magnificent start! You always have such a perfect sense of the mood," another clap of hands. "Then I have a couple of suggestions and ideas."