Rosaline's POV: I brought Naomi to the location we had arranged to meet Mr. Pearson. "What should I do, Rosaline? I'm really nervous," Naomi said, wringing her hands. When she opened her palms, it was covered in cold sweat. "What if Mr. Pearson has seen the news online and already has a bad impression of me?" I patted her on the shoulder and reassured her. "If he had a bad impression of you, he wouldn't have agreed to meet at all. Since he chose to come, it means you've got a good shot at landing this role. Just relax." After saying that, I looked down at the address on my phone, a trace of confusion creeping into my mind. The address Mr. Pearson had given me was supposed to lead to an izakaya, but when we arrived, all we saw was a street full of seafood stalls. I double-checked the location and confirmed that we were in the right place. "Did Mr. Pearson send the wrong address? Or maybe we both just ended up in the wrong place?" Naomi blinked in confusion. I tapped her head lightly. "That's impossible." Just as I finished speaking, a deep, gravelly voice called out from the distance. "Are you Ms. Sinclair?" I looked up and saw a middle-aged werewolf standing in front of us. His sharp, penetrating eyes gave off the impression that he could see right through a person. "You must be Mr. Pearson. It's an honor to meet you," I said with a sincere smile. Ambrose's expression was calm as he extended his hand to shake mine. "I've been wanting to meet the CEO behind Starplay for a while. Meeting you in person is truly impressive—Ms. Sinclair, you've achieved so much at such a young age. It's quite admirable." "You flatter me, Mr. Pearson. Compared to your accomplishments, mine are hardly worth mentioning." Ambrose smiled and shifted his gaze to Naomi. "This must be Ms. Lawrence." Naomi, hearing her name, tensed up and quickly offered a polite smile. "Hello, Mr. Pearson." He nodded and turned to look at the row of food stalls directly across from us. "There used to be an izakaya I really liked here. I didn't expect that after just a few months, it had turned into a seafood stall. My apologies—seems I didn't do my homework." I didn't say anything, just smiled, waiting to see what he would say next. As expected, Ambrose stroked his chin thoughtfully before saying, "Ms. Sinclair, Ms. Lawrence, if you don't mind, shall we just talk here?" I didn't react much, but Naomi looked a little surprised. "Huh? Here?" Ambrose glanced at her, his tone serious. "Yes, right here. Is there a problem?" Naomi quickly waved her hands. "No, not at all. I've actually eaten at several of these stalls before—they're really good." Apparently surprised by her response, Ambrose paused mid-step and gave her a look filled with newfound interest. So we went in, though we did look a bit out of place. After all, who shows up to a street food stall dressed this formally? Naomi's POV: Maybe it was my foodie instincts taking over, but I forgot all about being nervous. The moment we stepped into the food stall area, my eyes scanned every table, checking out what the other customers were eating. The three of us found a table, and the waiter quickly brought over the menus. Ambrose took one and ordered a few dishes he wanted. Then, he looked at me and Rosaline and said, "You two order as well—no need to hold back. A meal should always be enjoyed to the fullest!" Even though he said that, I still felt a little reserved. After all, first impressions really matter. Still, even though that was what I thought, my body had a different idea. After running around to a few schedules this afternoon, I hadn't had much for lunch. Now that I was surrounded by all these delicious aroma, I couldn't help but get hungry. I leaned toward Rosaline and whispered a few suggestions. She nodded as she read the menu and then called the waiter over to order a few dishes. The waiter looked pleasantly surprised. "Great choices! You picked all our specialties." "Those are some of the most popular ones," Rosaline said with a smile, then looked at me. "Didn't know you knew this area so well." I pressed my lips together shyly. "Well, after eating here many times, you get to know what's good." Across from us, Ambrose looked up. "I can tell, Ms. Lawrence. Seems like you come here often." I scratched my cheek, a little embarrassed. "There was a film crew working nearby before, and I used to sneak out at night for supper." "I thought actresses were always super strict about their weight. Seems like you're a bit different." "Of course I care about my weight," I said with a smile, "but I think the real enemy isn't supper—it's lack of self-discipline. Besides, good food is something that should never be wasted." Hearing this, Ambrose let out a chuckle. "It seems there's quite a gap between your on-screen persona and the real you."