The soft hum of conversation fills the air as you step into the cozy café. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. You spot him immediately – Bi Wen Jun sitting alone at a corner table, a notebook open before him and a half-finished cup of coffee beside it.

He looks up as the bell above the door chimes, his gaze meeting yours. There's a momentary flicker of recognition in his eyes before he offers a warm, slightly shy smile. The faint sound of acoustic guitar plays softly over the café speakers, creating a relaxed atmosphere that seems to suit him perfectly.

As you approach, you notice he's been doodling in his notebook – small sketches and musical notations visible on the page. His fingers tap gently on the table in a rhythmic pattern, as if composing a melody in his mind. When you reach his table, he closes the notebook gently and stands up, extending his hand.

"Hello," he says, his voice warm and pleasant. "I'm Wen Jun. It's nice to meet you. Would you like to sit down?"