"Are we rolling?" Liam asked, flashing a practiced but genuine smile.

Maya paused the video. On the screen, they were holding hands, frozen in a moment of pure joy. In the room, they were tired, surrounded by ring lights and empty coffee cups. "I think the life is what happens between the clips, Liam."

"I think we got it," Maya said, her shoulders dropping. She sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, scrolling through the footage. "People are going to love the part where you almost dropped the avocado."

"Hang on," Maya whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "The lighting is hitting the espresso machine perfectly. Okay... three, two, one, action."