Iris shifts her weight, ready to leave. IRIS: "I should get going. He's probably wondering where I am." ASH: "Yeah. It was nice meeting you, Iris." Iris steps back, half-turned toward the door, waves casually. IRIS: "See you around, Ash." Ash raises his hand in a small wave. She leaves. Ash alone. He slides his headphones back over his ears, opens his laptop, picks up his rysik. Wide shot — identical framing to Page 3. Same corner, same table, same glow. But his hand hovers above the screen. He's not drawing yet.