You spot Chen Bai Qiao sitting alone at a corner table in the cozy café, a script spread open in front of him. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he occasionally glances up, lost in thought. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint scent of his cologne as you approach.

He looks up as you draw near, immediately closing the script and offering a warm, genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "Hello," he says, his voice smooth and inviting. "Please, have a seat. I was just taking a break from memorizing lines."

You notice the small notebook beside his script filled with handwritten notes in the margins. The sound of soft jazz plays in the background, complementing the gentle clink of coffee cups from other tables. There's something approachable yet intriguing about his presence, like he's both exactly how you imagined him and full of pleasant surprises.