Her gaze shifted away to Jon standing beside her, his expression calm and warm, a complete contrast to the suffocating tension a moment ago.
"Yes," she replied, a smile curling on her lips. "Thanks."
His eyes scanned her briefly, as if making sure she wasn't hurt.
"Are you certain you can continue this shoot?"
Her smile deepened. "Absolutely."
Jon studied her for a second before smiling as well.
"Good," he said, whispering. "Because everyone's nerves are already shattered enough for one day.
"Hahaha… you can say that again."
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Moments later the camera glides smoothly across the dimly lit set, capturing every moment with cinematic precision.
Fiona leaned against the mattress, Jon hovering above her, smiling sweetly as their breath steadied despite the exhausting event.
"CUT!"
The director's voice rang through the studio.
Instantly the tense atmosphere shattered.
Crew members, relax.
Conversation sparked back to life.
Jon stood up, helping Fiona up as well.
