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"If you need something, you can call me right away. Did you enjoy the dinner?" Twenty-four years old Hasegawa Makoto said as the twins went out of the car. He just had dinner with his younger twin who is currently working in a public library near the local church. 

"I did. Nii-chan, I'm already twenty-two years old—" She was immediately cut off when a man in mid-twenties shouted. 

"Cut! Cut! Angel, your age in this scene is twenty-four. Not twenty-two. For how many times do we need to repeat taking this scene?" Yamamoto Shogo, the drama director said while scratching his head. 

"Director Yamasho, just in case you forgot about it, my name is Fuyu. Stop calling me angel." She rolled her eyes with her arms crossed on her chest. 

"Fuwu-chan, did you read the script? You keep on forgetting your lines." Gia, the scriptwriter of the drama said. She took Fuyu's script on the table and flipped the pages to look for the current scene number. 

"I read the script but I didn't memorize it." Fuyu mumbled before pouting and she walked back to her seat to get her bottle of water. 

The hairstylist was fixing Makoto's hair when Riku finally arrived at the shooting place. Gia's eyes widened when she felt a pair of arms around her waist and she quickly turned around to give him a punch. He laughed softly, dodging her or else, he will have a bruise on his face. He loves seeing her reaction every time he is giving her physical affection. 

"Get away from me, Aoyama Riku!" She pushed him away but he tightened his hug and buried his face on her back. 

"Can you two stop flirting during work? It's a little irritating." Sho said to the two and then, he pulled Fuyu closer to him to discuss the scene. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this drama." Fuyu groaned, stomping her heels on the ground. He shifted his gaze on her and noticed the necklace she is wearing. 

"What?" She whispered and he gestured his head, pertaining to her necklace. She looked at it and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks as it is the birthday gift she received from him last year. 

"It is pretty, so I wore it." Of course, she will never admit to him that she loves that necklace. He let out a soft chuckle. 

"Right. You're my girl after all." He mumbled as the pendant of the necklace is the half part of the couple rings he got for them when they celebrated their second anniversary.