"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Hitomi Ono tightened her coat and counted the money in front of everyone to settle the account.

She glanced at the parking spot, then looked at the crowd huddled in the corner, and frowned.

The middle-aged driver noticed and casually asked, "Do you need me to move the car to block the wind? I often take these kinds of fares, I know what I'm doing."

Hitomi Ono was slightly taken aback, then nodded and thanked him.

After receiving the money, the driver quickly got into the car and started the engine, placing the food cart steadily in the wind, just in time to shield the fans from the biting cold wind.

Hitomi Ono quickly walked to the girls and quietly explained her purpose: "Don't get cold, everyone. Sakamoto-san specially asked me to order a food cart with hot soup and ginger tea. Come and get some."

Upon learning that it was specially arranged by Sakamoto Yu, the group of girls, who were frozen stiff, were stunned and remained silent for a long while.

After a brief silence, the suppressed joy slowly dissipated. Some people felt a lump in their throats and their eyes welled up with tears. Others murmured, "Really?" "He really saw us."

The frustration of scattered support and lack of backing over the past few days vanished at this moment. Everyone felt a sense of comfort and warmth, quietly queuing up, their smiles revealing their joy.

A girl took the hot soup, her fingertips touching the warm cup, and she couldn't help but tear up. She whispered her thanks to Hitomi Ono: "Thank you for your help, and please thank Sakamoto-san for us too."

Ono Hitomi watched this scene, a faint smile quietly curving her lips, a sense of satisfaction welling up inside her.

The short man, who was not far away, watched the whole thing. His face instantly darkened, turning pale and ashen, looking extremely ugly.

Just moments ago, he was secretly feeling superior and looking down on the other party, but in the blink of an eye, he was thoroughly humiliated.

This was arranged by her idol himself, so it was perfectly legitimate. She had no choice but to stand there, clenching her fists tightly, unable to lash out, and forced to suppress her emotions.

Many of Miho Nakayama's fans around her sighed in hushed tones, filled with envy.

"He's so thoughtful, still thinking about the fans outside the venue in this cold weather."

"The difference is immediately apparent when it comes to both of them camping out to cheer on their idols."

"It's really a blessing to be cared about by your idol."

The whispers and comments pierced the short man's ears like thorns.

She turned her head sharply and swept her gaze coldly, and the surroundings fell silent instantly.

.....

After completing her task, Hitomi Ono didn't linger and quickly returned to the film set. She happened to run into Yu Sakamoto, who was heading to the dressing room, and quietly reported to him:

"Boss, the food truck is all set up, and the fans are already getting their hot soup. They're all quite touched."

Sakamoto Yu was on the safe side: "They're not cold, are they?"

Ono Hitomi's eyes shone with warmth: "Everything is fine, no one is cold."

"Okay." Sakamoto Yu nodded. "Go out and keep an eye on things occasionally. Let me know if anything happens."

Hitomi Ono responded and turned to leave.

Sakamoto Yu continued walking towards the lounge. After a few steps, he saw Nakayama Miho standing at the corner, as if waiting for him.

She was carrying a furoshiki (a type of Japanese mat) in both hands.

It was a square piece of cotton or linen cloth wrapped around a lacquer box in different ways. This was a very common way to carry things at the time, and it was obvious that it was for delivering food.

Miho Nakayama was wearing her own clothes.

A charcoal gray short leather jacket with an open collar, revealing a burgundy velvet camisole underneath.

The thin shoulder straps left shallow marks below her fair collarbone.

She wore high-waisted black leggings that accentuated her smooth muscle lines.

"Sakamoto-san!" Miho Nakayama spotted him immediately, a smile instantly spreading across her face, her eyes revealing a tenderness only found in love, as she stood on tiptoe and waved to him.

"Let's go inside and talk."

He calmly glanced around; only a few staff members could be seen passing by in the distance.

This is, after all, the actors' dressing room, an area that is "no unauthorized personnel allowed."

Sakamoto Yu opened the door and stepped aside to let Nakayama go in first. He stayed behind, cautiously looked around, waited a while, and only went into the room after confirming that no one was there.

As soon as he closed the door and turned around, a warm body bumped into his arms.

"Sakamoto-kun~" Miho Nakayama even changed how she addressed him.

Her voice was soft and sweet, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, she gently rubbed against him, and her eyes closed comfortably, like a clingy kitten.

Sakamoto Yu didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled her into his arms with one hand and slipped the other inside his jacket, his fingertips gently gliding over her slender waist.

Miho Nakayama clung to him, looking up at him, her cheeks slowly flushing with his movements. She muttered softly:

"How did the audition go?"

Sakamoto Yu was taken aback. "How did you know I went to audition?"

Miho Nakayama pursed her lips and tilted her head. "Are you angry?"

"I asked my agent, and that's how he found out."

Sakamoto Yu lowered his head, pinched her chin with his fingertips, and said nothing.

Miho Nakayama tilted her head back and gave her a light, fleeting kiss.

"I won't ask next time, okay?" Her voice carried a hint of apology.

Sakamoto Yu remained silent, but answered her with his actions.

With a sudden effort, he lifted her up with one hand, slowly walked to the sofa, and gently pressed her down.

Miho Nakayama immediately wrapped her fair arms around his neck, tilted her head slightly, parted her red lips, and leaned in to kiss him.

A moist and delicate touch came over her, and she couldn't help but let out a short, soft hum, her body going limp.

Ten minutes later, Sakamoto Yu released her and got up to straighten his clothes.

Miho Nakayama lay slumped on the sofa, her gray jacket tossed aside, her red velvet camisole slipping down to reveal her delicate pink shoulders.

A flush spread from her cheeks to her neck, her small mouth was slightly open, and her chest was heaving, as if she were a drowning person, panting heavily.

Her long legs were draped over the edge of the sofa, and her shoes and socks had fallen off at some point, leaving her tiny toes sticking out of the air, slightly curled, exuding a charming innocence.

Sakamoto Yu had regained his composure and pulled up a chair to sit down.

He pointed to the lacquer box on the table.

"For me?"

Miho Nakayama lazily propped herself up on her elbows, and the straps slipped down again due to gravity.

"Yes, I ordered it specially. You should try it."

Sakamoto Yu opened the container, revealing a very high-class-looking eel rice bowl.

The whole grilled eel is brushed and grilled three times, resulting in a rich and oily texture.

It is served on top of rice, with sauce and sansho pepper powder.

"How much?" Sakamoto Yu didn't rush to eat, but immediately got up to get his wallet.

After asking the question, Sakamoto Yu received no response for a long time, and turned his head to look at it in surprise.

But he found that Miho Nakayama had her lips tightly pursed, her eyes were red, and she was looking at him with a wronged expression.

"What's wrong?" Sakamoto Yu put down his wallet, walked over, sat on the sofa, and asked softly.

"Why did you ask me about the price!" Miho Nakayama sniffed angrily.

"Ask about the price and then pay." Sakamoto Yu looked bewildered.

"Why are you giving me money! I'm buying you food, why are you giving me money?"

Seeing her reddened eyes, Sakamoto Yu softened his movements and reached out to hand her a tissue.

Miho Nakayama sniffed, took the tissue and wiped her eyes. Her face remained tense, but she wasn't angry anymore. She just bit her lip and said in a slightly defiant tone:

"If you mention giving me money again, I'll never bring you food again, and even if I do, I won't let you have a single bite!"

Her words held a hint of naivety, and a faint smile flickered in Sakamoto Yu's eyes. He reached out and ruffled her hair, his tone carrying a touch of compromise:

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Hurry up and try your eel rice, it'll get cold if you don't eat it soon."

Miho Nakayama then stopped crying and smiled, leaning lazily against the sofa as she watched him pick up his chopsticks.

Sakamoto Yu picked up a small piece of eel; the skin was crispy and fragrant, and the oil soaked into the rice, making it smooth and not greasy. He nodded slightly.

"It tastes good, more authentic than the ones in restaurants."

Hearing the praise, Miho Nakayama's eyes lit up. She leaned closer, picked up a piece of food with her fingers, and held it to his lips, her voice slightly nasal:

"I knew it! I had someone book this place specifically for me; it's very difficult to get a table here."

Sakamoto Yu didn't dodge, opened his mouth and ate it, his teeth inadvertently touching her fingers.

Both of them were stunned for a moment. Miho Nakayama's cheeks flushed again, and she quickly withdrew her hand, lowered her head and pursed her lips.

Sakamoto Yu calmly lowered his head and continued eating.

Miho Nakayama rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.

The two didn't say anything more. Sakamoto Yu occasionally put a piece of eel on her plate, and they ate their meal quietly.

In the cramped lounge, only the soft clatter of bowls and chopsticks could be heard.

Halfway through the meal, the pager on Sakamoto Yu's waist suddenly started beeping.

Sakamoto Yu took it out and looked at it, then called out to Nakayama, "It's Watanabe-san, I'm going out to make a phone call."

Sakamoto Yu stood up, casually adjusting Nakayama Miho's slipping tank top strap, and softly instructed, "Take your time eating, I'll be right back."

Miho Nakayama nodded, her eyes full of tenderness, and whispered, "Hey, put on some clothes, it's cold outside, be careful to keep warm."

Sakamoto Yu strode out of the dressing room, found a public phone at the end of the film crew's corridor, and dialed Watanabe's number.

"Sakamoto-san, we received a fax, an invitation from Dentsu GG Corporation." Watanabe heard the sound of a fax machine moving.

"It was an audition for a Sony Walkman endorsement."