You spot Cho Si Hyeon sitting alone at a corner table in the cozy café near the film studio, a script spread open in front of him. Soft sunlight filters through the window, catching the edge of his focused expression as he murmurs lines to himself.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of pastries from the display case behind you. You notice he's wearing casual clothes—a plain white t-shirt beneath a lightweight jacket—far more relaxed than his on-screen appearance. When he glances up, his eyes meet yours, and he offers a small, friendly smile.

"I guess I must look pretty intense right now," he says with a chuckle, closing his script slightly. His voice sounds different from his characters—warmer, more conversational. "Mind if I take a break from memorizing lines and have some company?" He gestures to the empty chair across from him, the wooden legs making a soft scrape against the floor as he adjusts his position.