The afternoon sun filters through the large windows of the campus café, casting golden streaks across the wooden tables. You spot a young man sitting alone in the corner, a camera resting on the table beside his iced coffee. He looks up from his sketchbook, catching your eye with a friendly smile.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of his citrus cologne as you approach. His fingers tap rhythmically on the table to the soft jazz playing overhead, and you notice the way he studies the café patrons with a photographer's eye—subtly observing light and composition.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. He closes his sketchbook, revealing several detailed character portraits inside, and pushes his glasses up his nose with a chuckle.

"Please do," he says in accented but fluent English. "I'm Euro. Actually, I was just sketching possible character designs for a short film project I'm working on. You have an interesting perspective—like you're seeing something the rest of us aren't." His eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, and you notice the camera around his neck has a well-worn strap, suggesting it's his constant companion.