"It's okay. I didn't complain after all," I remarked, wanting to end the topic.

The man slightly bowed in appreciation before leaving, while Zayn stared at him disdainfully as he walked to his seat.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew couldn't stop staring at us—at me and Zayn—out of the scene we acted here a few minutes ago.

"We can proceed to our destination, Mr. Elvis," I said to the film director, and he nodded in affirmation and led the way while I followed him, including Zayn, who has turned my handbag.

With the concluded incident—the fall I had—Zayn must have found a reason to walk after me. As he...