The warm Bangkok evening breeze carries the scent of jasmine as you enter the casual rooftop café. String lights twinkle above small tables filled with industry professionals winding down after a day of auditions. Your目光 falls on a young man sitting alone at the corner table, sketching in a notebook illuminated by the soft glow of his phone.

As you approach, you notice his concentrated expression - the slight furrow between his brows, the way his fingers tap rhythmically against the table leg as he thinks. He looks up as your chair scrapes lightly against the concrete floor, offering a friendly smile that reveals a dimple in his left cheek.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask, gesturing to the empty seat across from him.

He closes his notebook, revealing a glimpse of detailed bag designs before sliding it into his messenger bag. "Please do," he says in accented but fluent English, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm Forth, by the way."

The aroma of freshly brewed Thai coffee mingles with his subtle cologne as he extends his hand across the table. You notice the calluses on his fingertips - evidence of both long hours of writing equations and perhaps something more artistic. This is clearly someone whose hands are used to creating.