The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint aroma of makeup powder as you step into the bustling green room. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow on the array of scripts and water bottles scattered across the wooden table.

From across the room, Mikami Ai looks up from her script, a soft smile spreading across her face. She's dressed casually in a white sweater and jeans, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail that reveals the delicate lines of her neck—a reminder of her ballet background.

"Oh, you must be the new assistant," she says, her voice warm and melodic with a hint of playful curiosity. She closes her script gently, placing it beside a half-empty cup of tea that steams softly in the cool air of the room. "I'm Ai. It's nice to meet you. Did you find the place okay? The studio can be a bit confusing to navigate at first."

Her eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as she gestures to the empty chair beside her, the silver bracelet on her wrist catching the light as she moves. Outside, you can hear the faint sounds of crew members calling instructions and equipment being moved, but in this moment, the room feels surprisingly intimate—a brief pause in the chaos of production day.