Ella – Let's check the price of this 'celebrity bottle.'
She tapped on her phone, and within seconds, her eyes widened.
Ella – 370 $ for a single bottle? He really is rich... and probably forgot how much it costs.
It's like drinking gold with every sip.
The interview was about to end when Damian suddenly froze.
He stopped blinking, his smile stiff, fingers rubbing his nails anxiously.
It was like time paused for him alone.
Mr. Mah (alarmed): "Stop the shoot right now!"
He rushed onto the stage and quickly comforted damian .
Mr. Mah (to Ella): "Go to the editing room and tell them to cut this part — now!"
Ella (startled): "Y-Yes, sir!"
She ran, confused but worried. After delivering the message, she returned — only to find Damian back to normal, continuing the interview like nothing had happened.
Ella (approaching Mr. Mah): "What happened back there? Why did you want the scene cut?"
Mr. Mah (serious, low voice): "He was about to have a panic attack. It's been happening often this week. It didn't fully trigger this time… but I can see the signs. He carries a lot of pain, too much stress. Sometimes I think… he feels like every moment could be his last."
Ella (in disbelief): "What...?"
The interview ended smoothly. As Damian returned backstage, he raised an eyebrow when he saw Ella — wearing his jacket and holding his water bottle (still sealed, untouched).
He silently took the bottle back. She handed him his jacket.
Later, while walking together through the corridor — just the two of them — Ella offered a small can of energy drink she had bought earlier.
Ella (without looking at him): "Here."
Damian: "What?"
Ella: "You can drink this. Mr. Mah said it's safe — might give you some energy."
They kept walking side by side. Suddenly, Damian stopped. Ella did too.
Damian (puzzled): "So suddenly?"
Ella (shrugs): "If you don't want it, I'll have it. Maybe you think it's too cheap for you."
He took it.
Damian: "I only care about taste. Price doesn't matter."
They walked again. A small smile lingered on both their faces.
Ella (teasing): "Really? I thought it was something else."
Damian (cold tone, but eyes calm): "If you're pitying me for my condition… I don't need it."
Ella (grinning): "Don't worry. You don't deserve my pity either."
In the Car (After Interview Day)
Mr. Mah took the front seat while Damian sat comfortably in the middle row.
Ella, exhausted, settled into the back seat alone.
As they drove, she noticed Damian taking a sip from the energy drink can she had given him earlier.
He seemed to enjoy the taste — forgetting it was even from her — before casually
tossing the empty can into the car's built-in trash compartment.
The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Whether it was a shoot, interview, modeling session, or fan chat — Damian was on the move, and Ella followed him everywhere.
By the end of the day, Ella could barely keep her eyes open, while Damian still looked fresh as ever.
Ella (groggy): "Aren't you tired…?"
Damian (looking at his tablet) : "Who, me? Nah. This is my daily routine.( looks back at her)You, though — you look like you're about to collapse. Maybe this job's too much for you."
Ella (trying to act tough): "No, I'm fine…"
(She was clearly sleepy and struggling to stay awake.)
Damian turned back to the window, but then he heard soft mumbling from behind.
He glanced over his shoulder — Ella had fallen asleep, sitting upright, her head slightly bobbing.
He chuckled to himself.
Damian (whispering): "This stupid girl… Sleeping in someone else's car so easily."
Mr. Mah, unaware of the situation in the back, turned on the radio.
The news channel started playing — Damian's usual favorite.
Damian: "Mr. Mah, turn that off."
Mr. Mah (surprised): "But you like listening to the news…"
Damian: "I do. But today… my head hurts."
Mr. Mah (glancing at the rearview mirror, smiling): "Alright."