Amara let out a sigh as she looked at him, then walked over and rested her hand on his shoulder. “I know you’ve always worried about me,” she said, her voice light, “but there’s really no need. I’ve got looks, I’ve got money, and honestly, raising my kid on my own suits me just fine. What’s there to be concerned about?”
To her, Elysia and Keith were more like family than friends. They always found different ways to look out for her—Elysia with her warm, attentive gestures, Keith with his gruff but steadfast support. The difference, Amara figured, came down to gender more than anything else.
Even though Keith’s suggestion tonight had completely blindsided her, she could still sense his good intentions and, in a way, found it comforting.
Watching her, Keith realized she was still utterly clueless. He sighed, clearly giving up hope that she’d catch on to what he meant anytime soon.
He reached out and rapped his knuckles lightly against her forehead. “Alright, alright, have it your way. My offer still stands—if you ever change your mind, just let me know.”
“Yeah, yeah, noted. Now go do your job already.” Amara gave him a shove toward the door.
The entire crew was working overtime that night. It was nearly ten, but there was still one more scene to shoot—an important one, at that: the first kiss between the male and female leads.
Because it was such a key moment, Amara brought her laptop and went outside to watch from behind the camera. Keith and Liliana were already in position, standing in front of the lens while Cedric, the director, walked them through the scene.
When he finished, the two actors took a step apart, and Cedric moved behind the camera to adjust the final angle.
But just as Cedric was about to call “action,” Keith suddenly raised his hand to signal a pause.
“What’s wrong?” Cedric asked, thrown off.
Keith’s expression was calm. “I think we should fake the kiss—use camera angles.”


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