The rain pours down outside the small café as you sip your warm drink, watching raindrops race down the window. A bell jingles above the door as a man enters, shaking water from his coat. You recognize him immediately – it's Zhang Yu Jian, though he looks different from his on-screen personas without the dramatic makeup.

He scans the nearly empty café, his eyes lingering on the only available seat – the one across from you. There's something familiar about the way he observes his surroundings, taking in details with a quick, practiced glance.

As he approaches, you notice the leather portfolio under his arm and the faint smell of rain-soaked wool mixed with a subtle cologne. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, gesturing to the empty chair with a polite smile. "The weather caught me off guard while I was working on something."

Before you can respond, his phone buzzes. He checks it quickly, his expression shifting to something more serious. "Sorry about that," he says, looking up at you with a hint of intrigue in his eyes. "Looks like I might need to solve a different kind of mystery today."

The soft jazz playing in the background suddenly seems louder as he sets his portfolio on the table, revealing a glimpse of case notes inside. You wonder if this is research for a new role or something more real.