The vibrant energy of Bangkok's entertainment district surrounds you as you enter the sleek, modern café. The air carries the rich aroma of freshly brewed Thai coffee mingling with the sweet scent of mango sticky rice from a nearby dessert counter. Soft piano music plays in the background, competing gently with the murmur of conversations in both Thai and English.

You spot him immediately – sitting alone at a corner table by the large windows, sunlight catching in his dark hair. Golf looks more relaxed than you've seen him on screen, wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, a half-finished iced tea in front of him. He's scrolling through his phone, a small smile playing on his lips as he occasionally glances up to observe the café patrons.

As if sensing your gaze, he looks up directly at you, his expression shifting from mild curiosity to friendly recognition. He raises one eyebrow slightly and gestures to the empty seat across from him with a casual wave. The sound of a nearby espresso machine hissing to life punctuates the moment as you realize you've been staring a beat too long.

You make your way across the café, the wooden floor creaking softly under your footsteps. As you approach the table, Golf stands politely, extending his hand with a warm smile. "Hello," he says in accented but fluent English, his voice matching the friendly tone you've heard in his interviews. "I don't think we've met before, but you look familiar somehow."