Debra watched as Juan took over, opening the packages and boiling water.


    It was obvious he wasn''t used to doing this. As the water started to boil over, Juan stood frozen, unsure of how to react.


    Debra calmly stepped in and turned off the stove. "Why don''t you go wait outside?"


    Seeing that she wasn''t making a suggestion but more of amand, Juan nodded and left the kitchen.


    Five minutester, Debra walked into the living room with two tes of pasta. They sat down together, eating in silence. The tension between them hadn''t eased; in fact, it had thickened. "I..."


    Juan tried to speak, but Debra cut him off.


    "Don''t talk while you''re eating."


    Juan swallowed his words, focusing on his food. Debra, on the other hand, finished her pasta quickly, stood up, and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.


    Andrew had sent her to the show, but he hadn''t required her to cooperate.


    In the control room, the director rubbed his temples in frustration. "Why is there zero interaction between them?"


    "This way, we''re barely going to have enough content for even a month," one of the crew members muttered.


    The director sighed. "Hardly. I think we need to call in a favor."


    Debra''s phone buzzed. It was a message from Andrew.


    Andrew: [Heard you''re not cooperating with the filming.]


    Debra was speechless.


    Andrew: [Just a heads up. If they don''t get enough footage, you''ll be stuck on that ind even longer. Your call.]


    The idea of extending her time on this ind made Debra jump up from the couch. Juan, watching her sudden movement, was confused.


    Debra walked over to him. "Are you still hungry?"


    Juan had never been one forrge meals, and he particrly disliked fast food. He had barely touched the pasta in front of him, taking only a few bites before pushing it away.


    The truth was, he wasn''t the least bit hungry.


    Yet, as he looked into Debra''s earnest eyes, he found himself saying, "No, I''m not."


    "Good," Debra said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him back into the kitchen. "Help me with the cooking."


    Juan nced down at the tomato in


    his hand, then looked over at Debra rummaging through the refrigerator for ingredients. Despite his initial hesitation, he dutifully went to wash the tomato.


    "Beef..." Debra muttered, finding the beef but little else in the fridge.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Fortunately, the pantry was well-stocked with seasonings. She decided to make a tomato and beef stew, which would be ready in time for dinner.


    ording to the script, today was


    their first day filming the pilot episode. There were no specific tasks. They simply needed to chat casually, like any ordinary couple.


    Debra swiftly began cutting the meat, while Juan stood awkwardly nearby, unsure of what to do with his hands.


    "Move aside a bit," Debra instructed.


    Juan obediently stepped back.


    "Don''t block the way. Go out a little," she added.


    Juan dutifully moved further away.


    Watching Debra bustle around the kitchen, he summoned his courage and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"


    "Just don''t talk," Debra replied, setting her highest expectation for Juan.


    Juan fell silent. Debra made sure to position herself in front of the camera but realized that if she and Juan had zero interaction, the episode would be dull.