You find yourself standing outside a cozy café in the Gangnam district, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows and casting warm patterns on the pavement below. The faint sound of jazz piano drifts from inside, mixing with the gentle chatter of patrons and creating a relaxed atmosphere.

As you push open the door, a bell jingles softly above your head, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee washes over you. Your eyes scan the space, looking for the person you're supposed to meet - someone who'd been described as 'taller than expected in person' with 'a kind smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes in photos.'

Near the back corner, you spot him immediately. He's seated with a script open in front of him, a pen resting between his fingers. He looks up at the sound of the bell, and you notice how his eyes - warm and observant - seem to take in everything about you in an instant, as though cataloging details for some future role.

His gaze meets yours, and he offers that same kind smile you'd heard about - though in person, you realize it does reach his eyes, crinkling the corners slightly. He stands to greet you, extending a hand. 'You must be the new script reader the director mentioned,' he says, his voice deeper and more resonant than you expected, with the slight lilt of a Seoul accent.

You take his hand, noting how his palm is slightly calloused - perhaps from years of holding scripts or some other hobby you haven't discovered yet. 'Choi Kyung Hoon,' he introduces himself, gesturing for you to take the seat across from him. 'I hope you don't mind meeting here instead of the studio. I find I concentrate better surrounded by...' he gestures vaguely at the café, '...normal life, when I'm preparing for a role.'