บท 179: Alone at Last

Luke sat on a chair beside Tate's bed and held his hand while he slept. The stubborn idiot had done everything but chain himself to a tree to prevent them from carrying him out on a stretcher. He didn't seem to understand they were acting for his own good. The whole crew's good, really. While Julie might have confidence in Kim's ability to fill in for Tate, not everyone did. Luke didn't. 

It hadn't taken Luke long to realize Tate's talent behind the camera surpassed anything Luke had ever experienced before. It wasn't just click and shoot with Tate. Tate set a mood. He built a story that the models could follow and easily emote. Even Min Ho, who was better suited to intensity and solemnity, had managed to look vulnerable and soft under the skillful manipulation of Tate.