Mary Scott secretly wished she could slap Duke Blue across the face, but after surviving in the entertainment industry's lower rungs for years, she immediately noticed not only fans but also Reporter Emerson hovering around Duke. So, she put on a perfect smile, "Young Master Duke, you're on this flight too? What a coincidence."
In other words: We're not that close. Even though we've worked together, we're not privy to each other's personal schedule.
Duke Blue forced a laugh upon hearing this, "I specifically came here to apologize to Mary."
Mary Scott didn't move, only feeling waves of bitchy pretentiousness around her. Had male artists started taking angelic bitch's scripts now?
Inside, the Tsukkomi demon in her mind was dying to beat Duke Blue to a pulp, but outwardly, Mary wore a mask of surprised innocence. "Young Master Duke, what do you mean by this? What would you possibly need to apologize to me for?"
