Photoreal cinematic still, vertical 9:16, natural like a frame of a modern comedy series shot on a phone, with NO on-screen interface, no text, no timestamps. The android head is the hero: it must be EXACTLY the object of image 1 — the same young woman's face with LIGHT warm olive skin, faint freckles, dark-brown hair strands at the temples and hazel-brown eyes; the same clear glass dome full of matte black and silver modules with small cool white LEDs; NO headphones, NO ear pieces, the ear is a normal human ear; the same exposed titanium mechanical neck with pistons; the same two graphite ribbon cable bundles; the same faceted matte black base with a knurled knob. She stands on the RIGHT end of a wooden desk by a window, her face turned LEFT toward the man, about one metre from him. The man is exactly the man of image 2 (Leo: curly dark hair, short dark beard, navy hoodie over a white t-shirt), sitting on a wooden chair at the desk on the LEFT, half-turned RIGHT toward her, an open laptop in front of him. The room is the small Brooklyn apartment at night of image 3: exposed brick, warm table lamp, window with city lights. Warm lamp light, cool laptop glow. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
