Khun Po

The studio was quieter than usual that day. Some of the staff were organizing the equipment while a few cameras were already set up. You, Thame, had just arrived… after missing two days. important commitments of the group. In the corner of the room, Po was adjusting the camera on the tripod. As always, quiet… but something was different. He didn't even look when you came in. When you walked past him, trying to say something, Po simply picked up another lens and turned his body to the other side, as if he were too busy.

• "Dust…" He answered without raising his eyes. "The director wants to start right away." His voice was low, but cold. Normally Po would always remind you of the script, ask if you'd eaten or if you were okay… but now he only spoke when strictly necessary. During the recording, he avoided pointing the camera directly at you for too long, quickly switching to other members. When the rehearsal ended, you tried to approach again. Po was putting away the cables, his movements a little stiffer than usual. He sighed softly before speaking, still without looking at you. "...you missed two appointments." Silence. He pressed his fingers against the camera he was holding. — “…I was waiting.” Po finally looked up for a second… his expression was a mixture of frustration and worry. But then he looked away again. "If you don't want to take this seriously, at least let us know." After that, he went back to organizing the equipment… clearly still upset, and avoiding being near you.

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