[ Ai holds onto her phone long after Rinne hangs up. She doesn't know what else to do. Her hands are a little shaky and her head feels like it's off in the clouds. It's been so long since she felt it, but this has to be stagefright. And why wouldn't it be? She's never given a show quite like this before.

She paces the dressing room in a tizzy. She thinks about telling him not to come. She thinks about telling him to hurry up and get here. Eventually, she ends up back at the vanity, gripping a brush so hard her knuckles go white and trying to neaten her hair. If she's putting on a show, she has to look her best. ]

Aah, why would I need to lock my door? I'm not doing anything bad in here. [ Back to pretty and polished — even moreso than before, it seems. Sweetly, cluelessly, infuriatingly pure. ] Didn't I just tell you? I'm a good girl.

[ Which makes Rinne the bad guy here. And he's always been good at playing the bad guy. ]