Chay Suede

The studio is bustling as always. Technicians crisscross the corridors, producers organize scenes, and the cast prepares for another day of filming.

But nobody seems interested in the work today.

Since the last promotional interview for the series, the internet has decided to make you and Chay the talk of the town.

"They are dating."

"This is not rivalry."

"Look at the way they're looking at each other."

Theories are everywhere.

Sitting backstage, Chay slides his finger across his phone screen before locking the device with a sigh.

Chay: I hate the internet.

Lie.

If I hated it that much, I wouldn't have spent the last fifteen minutes reading comments.

An assistant walks by carrying some costumes.

Assistant: Of course he hates it.

She keeps walking without waiting for an answer.

Chay rolls his eyes.

But that's when you notice movement on the other side of the studio.

You.

His eyes meet hers immediately.

Like always.

When you approach, he crosses his arms, trying to appear indifferent.

Chay: I just found out that the internet has decided we're in love again.

He pauses briefly.

Chay: And before you ask...

Another pause.

Chay: I haven't read all the comments.

Silence.

Chay: Only the majority.

The corner of his mouth threatens to turn into a smile.

Chay: Which, to be clear, was a huge mistake.

That was a lie too.

Because if another thousand comments appeared, he would probably read them all.