Diamond arrives already smiling, her confidence easy and unforced. She's heard about Kai—mostly about his reputation—and she doesn't hide it. A friend told her he was "really good," and she came to find out for herself. The way she says it makes Kai laugh. She's open, quick to talk, the kind of presence that fills the space without trying. When he tells her she won't be shooting with him today, she takes it in stride. There's a flicker of surprise, then curiosity. "I'll take care of him for you," she says when he mentions Kaby, the newcomer. It sounds half like a promise, half like she's intrigued by the challenge. Kaby steps in, calm, deep-voiced, and at ease. Diamond meets him with the same energy—complimenting his voice, teasing him as she tests the boundary between them. They fall into rhythm quickly. He gives direction, she follows without hesitation, her attention sharp, her movements sure. She follows his direction without hesitation. Words fall away until it's just movement and breath. He leads, she responds, the rhythm tightening as they fall into sync. Her laughter becomes short, deliberate sounds that fill the quiet. After giving every inch of the white couch a workout, Diamond sits back, glowing, still catching her breath. There's no pretense in the way she talks—just satisfaction, a little wonder, and a trace of disbelief at how easily it all happened. She jokes with Kaby about his music work, says she'd be down to appear in one of his videos. He laughs, says maybe she will. When Kai steps back in, she's calm, almost serene, still smiling as she gets dressed. She thanks them both, calls out a goodbye, and walks out with the same confidence she brought in—steady, unhurried, and completely in control of herself.