It smelled like someone had spilled their milk tea because the set was full of a sweet aroma. Even the director seemed more agreeable in this sweet atmosphere, refraining from constant yelling.
"Thank you for the milk tea."
Aria Grant stood beside Benjamin Chudley, slowly sipping her cup of milk tea, "Without you, I could have really embarrassed myself today."
"It's nothing." Benjamin, leaning against a railing, held a cup of milk tea that looked largely untouched, "Even without me, you could have easily solved the problem."
Aria took a sip of her milk tea. Its sweet flavor was addicting.
"Still, thank you. After all, you paid for it!"
Aria wasn't some naïve princess nor a foolish, gullible girl. She certainly didn't think the world should revolve around her. Being late was wrong, and she should apologize for delaying the filming schedule.
Moreover, Benjamin had bought the milk tea, a favor she'd indeed accepted.
