Identity Confusion

When he returned to the dressing room, he saw Ember fixing her hair in front of the mirror. "The crowd made my hair a mess... There are too many girls who want to be his girlfriend, but why me?" she said without noticing that Emir had returned. He walked quietly behind her chair, put his hand on her shoulder, and leaned closer, whispering, "Because you are the most precious one to me." Ember blushed at his words and tried to change the topic.

"What are you both talking about?" Ember asked.

"It's just related to today's shoot," Emir explained. "So, you are the model for today's shoot," she inquired.

"Yes! You guessed it right," he said, adding, "I will go and get changed. It's getting late. If someone calls, just don't let them enter."

"Hmm," Ember replied.

As Emir entered the changing room, Ember couldn't stop thinking about what had happened earlier. Why were all the girls calling him Dylan? His name was Emir; that's what he had told her at first. It wasn't the first time she had heard someone call him Dylan, but previously, she had tried to convince herself that he would clarify things when the time was right. However, this confusion seemed to happen every day in this place, and she couldn't take it anymore.

Ember decided to talk to him about it, but he was quite busy at the moment. So, she resolved to bring it up when they were at home and decided not to dwell on the topic of Dylan versus Emir any longer. Her head was starting to feel like it was going to explode from all the thoughts.

Unbeknownst to her, Emir had been observing her for a few seconds. He took a few steps closer and gently flicked her forehead.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Ember exclaimed in pain as she turned to face Emir.