「The next morning.」
The alarm clock went off. It was just a little past four o'clock. Kris Cooper stretched out his hand, wanting to turn off his phone, but Vera Wave, who was in his arms, sat straight up as if she'd been electrocuted, her eyes still closed.
"I barely slept, and now it's light?"
Muttering in dissatisfaction, she rubbed her eyes, pushed the quilt aside, and was about to get out of bed.
"Vera!" Kris Cooper grabbed her wrist. "What are you doing?"
"Getting up! I have to shoot an early scene… The director said to meet downstairs at five!"
She mumbled and stretched her legs out from under the quilt, but a second later, she drew them back in panic, pulling the quilt up to cover her chest.
"Where are my clothes?!"
Kris Cooper threw off the covers and got up, casually grabbing a bath towel and wrapping it around himself. He picked up her bra from the foot of the bed and held it out to her.
She glanced at the bra in his hand, then at the quilt covering herself.
