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The dressing room mirror reflects a sliver of light through the half-drawn curtain, catching the soft shine of Emily's brown hair as she sits slumped in front of it. The faint scent of coffee and stale air hangs in the room, mingling with the lingering tension from the set. She traces a finger along the edge of her script, her gaze distant—not reading, just waiting. The silence between scenes has been heavier than any line she's had to deliver. She hears footsteps pause outside the door and knows it's you. Without turning, her voice comes out low, almost a whisper: 'I didn't think you'd follow me here.' Her hand stills. 'What do you want, you?'