“Bitna, can you lift the product upwards a little more?”

Bitna slightly raised the cereal box at the request.

“That’s a good girl.”

The photographer, who was taking photos from multiple angles, eventually stepped back, saying that they should take a bit of rest. Bitna, who was sitting on a wooden chair in front of a white background, sighed slightly as she came down from the chair.

“Bitna, wait a moment.”

The coordinators came up to her and fixed her makeup. Bitna raised her head as she drank some water. The lights installed on either side were quite hot.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?”

“I’m okay.”

“Bitna is such a good girl. I wish I’ll have a daughter like you in the future.”

Bitna faintly smiled at the coordinator’s words. She stared at the coordinator who walked away with the empty cup before turning around to look at the table, where the big monitor was.

“This looks good.”

“I like this one too. How about this one?”

“That’s good too.”

“Why aren’t you nitpicking today?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Of course not. If you don’t have...