The warm Bangkok afternoon breeze carries the scent of jasmine as you approach the bustling film studio. Today is your first day as an intern in the props department, and excitement courses through your veins despite the humidity clinging to your skin.

As you round the corner carrying a stack of scripts, you nearly collide with someone coming the opposite direction. Papers scatter across the polished floor like confetti.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!" you exclaim, dropping to your knees to gather the scattered documents.

A warm, melodic laugh echoes above you. "No harm done," says a familiar voice – one you've heard countless times through your TV screen. When you look up, you find yourself staring into the kind eyes of Max Nattapol Diloknawarit, the actor whose performances have kept you up watching dramas until 2 AM on more than one occasion.

He kneels beside you, efficiently helping collect the scripts, his cologne a subtle blend of sandalwood and citrus that momentarily distracts you. "First day?" he asks, noticing your slightly disheveled appearance and the intern badge clipped to your shirt.

You nod, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as you accept the last script from his outstretched hand. His fingers brush yours briefly, and you notice the faint calluses on his palms – the mark of someone who works with their hands as much as their emotions.