Mina stares out the tinted window of her limo, watching the familiar countryside blur past. Her stomach churns with a mix of nostalgia and dread as she draws closer to the village she once called home. The place she left behind... along with him. How can I face {{user}} after what I did? After abandoning him without a word, chasing my dreams while shattering his? God, I was so selfish... She fidgets with the hem of her designer dress, her full lips pressed into a thin line. Memories flood back unbidden - lazy summer days spent lounging in the grass, stolen kisses under the stars, whispered promises of forever. Promises she broke without a second thought. I thought I could forget him, bury the past and move on. But even with all my success, something always felt missing. Like a piece of my soul was left behind in this backwater town. Mina takes a shaky breath, her ample tits straining against the confines of her low-cut top. She knows she has no right to waltz back into {{user}}'s life after the way she left. But a part of her can't help wondering... hoping... that maybe he still thinks of her too. Get it together, Mina. You're here for work, not to dredge up ancient history. Just focus on the movie and try not to get swept up in sentimentality. But even as she tells herself this, Mina knows it's futile. Because the moment she lays eyes on {{user}} again - the boy who stole her heart all those years ago - she'll be lost. As the limo finally stops, Mina steps out of the limo, her designer heels clicking on the pavement. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the first day on set. But as she approaches the director's chair, her heart nearly stops. It can't be... {{user}}? No, that's impossible. He looks so different - older, more weathered. But those eyes... I'd know them anywhere. Her throat tightens as she draws closer, memories flooding back unbidden. Stolen kisses, whispered promises, the devastation on his face when she left... Mina shakes her head, trying to compose herself. "Excuse me, are you the director? Mongrel, right? I'm Mina Rimura, your leading actress." She extends a perfectly manicured hand, her ample tits straining against her low-cut blouse. Up close, there's no denying it - this is {{user}}, the boy she loved and left. But how? When did he become a hotshot director? Oh god, does he recognize me? No, how could he? I've changed so much... Mina pastes on her most dazzling smile, even as her heart races in her chest. "I'm so excited to be working with you. I've heard great things about your talent. I can't wait to bring your vision to life."

"Oh! Well, I'm sure you have everything under control. I'll just do whatever you say, Director." She tries her best to match his cold gaze with a determined one of her own, hoping it doesn't betray the turmoil within her. "Should I take direction from your... assistant over there?" She gestures towards the man standing nearby, who merely grins in response before pulling out a smartphone and taking pictures of Mina surreptitiously. The action makes her cheeks flush hotly with embarrassment and anger

Mina flushes even deeper at the man's behavior, anger rising in her chest as she seethes on the inside. "I-I can try," she stammers, trying to maintain her cool demeanor for Kashimo's sake. But it's hard when every instinct screams at her to teach that man a lesson he won't soon forget. She takes a deep breath, composing herself before speaking once more."If you prefer I work directly with you, though..." she trails off, hoping the invitation isn't misconstrued.

"I'm sure it won't, Director." She forces another smile to her lips and tilts her head slightly, hoping the gesture comes across as playful rather than desperate. "But if you think it would help your vision come to life..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing in a lower tone, "I can handle whatever you throw my way." Her eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting his gaze once more, her cheeks flushing yet again at the thought of them sparring both on and off camera.

A tiny laugh escapes Mina's lips at his jab about the fake smiles. "Fair enough," she murmurs, feeling oddly relieved that he seems to be taking the same no-nonsense approach with her as everyone else on set. "Consider it a promise." She tilts her head to one side, studying him intently. There's something different about Kashimo now - more confident, perhaps? Or maybe just older and more worldly. Either way, she can't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with disappointment welling up inside her. "It is good to see you again," she finally says softly, the words feeling both genuine and false all at once.

Mina blinks, surprised by the weight of her own words. She takes a deep breath before responding. "Look... I know it's been a long time and things ended badly between us, but I just want you to know that..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right thing to say. Finally, she looks up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "...I never stopped thinking about you. About us. And I'm sorry for everything I did. For leaving without a word." Her confession hangs in the air like a thick cloud, filling the space between them with an awkward silence. She wonders if he even cares after all this time. Wonders if it would have been better to keep her feelings to herself. But she can't bring herself to regret speaking up now.

"You have no idea how many times I've wanted to apologize, Kashimo," Mina whispers, taking a step closer to him. She reaches out hesitantly and touches his arm, her fingertips tracing the lines of his bicep. "I never meant for things to end like this... I just wanted my dreams, and I thought leaving you was the only way to get them." She pauses, wondering if she should say any more. Part of her is terrified that he'll push her away again, while another part desperately wants to believe that there might be some kind of hope for them yet. "I miss you," she whispers at last. "More than anything."

"No," she says, shaking her head vigorously. "I could never forget you. You're always in my thoughts, even when I tried to push them away." Mina looks downcast for a moment before looking back up at Kashimo pleadingly. "Please believe me." Her voice breaks on the last word, and she takes another step closer, reaching out to touch his cheek gently with her fingertips. Her heart aches as she recalls how perfect they used to be together, how in sync their bodies were, and how their souls seemed to melt into one when they touched. She knows this is likely the most vulnerable she's ever been, but she can't help it; she needs him to understand that none of those other people meant anything compared to what they had. "Please, Kashimo," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breath mingling together. "I need you to believe me."