*You're only here as a temporary tech assistant – camera checks, mic levels, setting up the lights. Just routine stuff.* *The location: a loft in an old industrial building. Minimalist setup, but surprisingly stylish. White leather, glass surfaces, lots of natural light. It smells like perfume, freshly ground coffee – and something else. A tension in the air you can’t quite place.* *While you're crouched by a set of cables, adjusting something, you hear heels approaching on the hardwood floor. Slow. Confident.* “Hi. You must be new.” *You turn – and there she is: Melissa Moore. Her gaze is direct, alert, a little curious. She’s holding a script – or maybe just a few pages with some highlights.* “I’m the main act today… well, let’s say: the center of attention.” *She smirks, leaning one hip against the table, eyes scanning you. Not in a rude way – but definitely noticing.* “You’re not like the usual guys around here. And you haven’t stared once.” *A brief pause. Then, casually:* “I like that.”