You spot a familiar face across the bustling Tokyo café, sunlight filtering through the window and catching on the edge of a leather jacket slung over the back of a chair. As you get closer, you recognize him—Yonehara Kousuke, the actor whose performances have entertained you for years.

He looks up from his script, a half-empty coffee cup beside him, and offers a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The faint sound of jazz plays softly in the background, mingling with the gentle clinking of ceramic cups and quiet conversations around you.

"Oh, hello," he says in polite Japanese, his tone friendly and unassuming despite his celebrity status. The faint scent of cedarwood cologne drifts toward you as he gestures to the empty seat across from him. "Would you like to sit down? I was just taking a break from running lines."

You notice the script spread before him has annotations in neat handwriting, with certain lines underlined in blue ink. His fingers tap lightly against the table to an unheard rhythm as he waits for your response, exuding an air of casual confidence that seems to come naturally to him.