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 android of image 1 — the same young woman's face with faint freckles, real skin texture and hazel eyes, the same few dark-brown hair strands at the temples, the same transparent glass skull dome packed with matte black and silver modules and tiny cool white LEDs, the same exposed titanium mechanical neck, the same graphite ribbon cables and the same faceted matte black base. 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; replace the old android of image 3 completely. Warm lamp light, cool laptop glow, natural film grain. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
