"Orange."
"I still have a lot here." Zane Payne somehow produced a big bag, surprisingly full of oranges, large and plump. He picked the most plump and beautiful one from the middle and smiled, "Shall I peel it for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, two pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on him.
Zane Payne realized his words might have been too attentive, his grip on the orange tightened slightly, "I might have been a bit into the role, instinctively treating Maeve Lane as my little sister, sorry."
He spoke sincerely, and Maeve Lane didn't take it seriously, simply said, "Then thanks."
"Mm."
Sarah Sutton laughed, "So it seems your acting style is immersive, my Maeve is very clear between the script and real life, she only had a bit of an immersion when she started acting, now it hardly happens."
Zane Payne watched Maeve Lane's slender fingers peeling the orange he gave, feeling a sense of satisfaction, more like a secret delight, "Then I need to learn more from Maeve."
