She could see the disappointment and frustration in the distance as he stormed away, a heavy storm cloud over his head. Risa couldn’t blame him. Every production had its ups and downs, but the fact that the director was tolerating that sort of treatment was downright miraculous— maybe even deplorable. She had simply meant to visit, to check in on the world of filming for a little while before moving onto her own projects.
And Kim. Well, she would admit that he had influenced her choice of visit. Kim was brilliant with the right direction, the right modification and direction. Risa had given him stardom, but it was a gift that rested inside the young man. With or without her.
It was with that in mind that she called for him. “If it isn’t my Mr. Grey?” and stepped closer before he had the chance to flee moreso. “Looks like you might need a drink.”
Byunghee stopped walking and turned his head; he couldn't miss that voice even if it'd save his life. "Mhm, it's stupid. I don't know how long we've been doing this," he groused tiredly walking up to her. His sunglasses shielded the mildly irritated look in his eyes and his chest lowered when he sighed. "What's going on? She's not usually this bad. What? Did we pick up her talentless twin sister by mistake?" he called out nonchalantly but loud enough for some people behind to hear. He heard a mumbling reaction but didn't look regretful, and instead muttered to himself. "If you have no confidence you shouldn't be an actor."
At her suggestion, his brow raised from underneath his sunglasses. "With how bad things are, maybe eight. I didn't know you'd be stopping in today, Director. I wanted to say I'm sorry you had to see something this embarrassing."
