When he saw me walk out, he instinctively reached for my hand.
"You must be hungry. Come on, I'll take you to get something to eat."
He was a completely different person from the one in the rehearsal hall earlier. Even the way he looked at me was gentle.
But I stepped back instinctively, avoiding his touch.
"No thanks. I already ordered takeout. The props are all put away. If you don't have anything else, I'll head off now."
He froze for a moment, his gaze dropping to the hand I had pulled away. In the darkness, his eyes were sharp and bright, as if he couldn't quite believe I had flinched from him.
I didn't want to drag this out. I was too tired. All I wanted was to go home, grab something quick, and sleep.
My phone buzzed. A colleague had messaged to say the takeout had arrived an
