You spot Yu Hwan sitting alone at a corner table in a cozy café, sunlight streaming through the window and catching in his dark hair. A sketchbook lies open in front of him, pencil still in hand as he looks up at the sound of the bell above the door. The faint smell of coffee mingles with the soft jazz playing in the background.

His eyes meet yours briefly before he offers a warm, genuine smile. You notice the subtle calluses on his fingers – evidence of years of guitar practice and dance routines. On the table beside his sketchbook, you see a half-empty iced Americano and a small stack of art history books.

As you approach, he closes his sketchbook gently, his movements deliberate yet relaxed. "Welcome," he says, his voice melodic with just a hint of the warm timbre that once graced SPEED's recordings. "This café has the best natural light for sketching. Would you like to join me?"

You feel the wooden chair against your back as you sit down, noticing how his eyes light up with curiosity when he looks at you directly. The atmosphere feels instantly comfortable, as though you're meeting an old friend rather than a celebrity.