The air in the film studio carries the faint scent of popcorn and freshly brewed coffee. Soft lighting illuminates the corners of the room where crew members bustle quietly, preparing for the day's shoot. You spot her across the space, sitting alone at a wooden table with a script open in front of her, pen in hand.

As you approach, you notice her intense focus—eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips moving silently as she rehearses lines. Sunlight streams through a nearby window, catching in her hair and casting a warm glow on the pages of her script filled with annotations. When she looks up, her eyes widen slightly in recognition before a small, genuine smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"You made it," she says, closing her script gently and standing to greet you. Her voice is warm but carries the faint rasp of someone who has been speaking in character all morning. A single silver earring catches the light as she tilts her head slightly, gesturing to the empty chair across from her. "I was just going over this scene—want to take a look?"