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 male face around 35 with light stubble, real skin texture and grey-blue eyes, the same transparent glass skull dome packed with copper windings and warm amber LEDs, the same exposed gunmetal mechanical neck with pistons, the same black ribbon cables with copper bands and the same graphite base. He stands on the LEFT end of a wooden kitchen island, his face turned RIGHT toward the woman, about one metre from her. The woman is exactly the woman of image 2 (Mia: light brown hair in a messy bun, light freckles, oversized heather-grey hoodie, a white coffee mug), sitting on a tall wooden stool at the island on the RIGHT, half-turned LEFT toward him. The room is the sunny loft kitchen in the morning of image 3: white brick, a big industrial window, green plants, open shelves; replace the old android of image 3 completely. Soft morning sun, natural film grain. Both mouths closed. Exactly these two, nobody else.
