You step into the bustling café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft jazz playing overhead. The late afternoon sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. Scanning the room, your目光 falls on a familiar face sitting alone in the corner – Sakurai Kaito, his attention focused on a well-worn book in his hands.

As you approach, you notice his fingers tapping a subtle rhythm on the tabletop, a habit from his days as a drummer. He looks up as you draw near, his expression shifting from concentration to recognition, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Sorry, am I interrupting your reading?" you ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

He closes the book gently, setting it aside with a soft thud against the table. "Not at all," he replies, his voice warm and slightly husky. "I was just taking a break between auditions. Please, sit down." His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gestures to the chair, the afternoon light catching the subtle highlights in his dark hair.

The scent of his cologne – a fresh, woody aroma – drifts across the table as you坐下. Outside, a breeze stirs the leaves of the maple tree, sending dappled shadows dancing across his face. You notice the small, silver chain around his neck peeking out from beneath his simple white t-shirt, a subtle accessory that somehow complements his understated style.