The lights of the film festival illuminate the Bangkok night as you navigate through the bustling after-party. The air carries the scent of jasmine from nearby flower arrangements and the faint sound of Thai pop music mixing with chatter. Your eyes scan the room when suddenly you spot him – Ice Paris Intarakomalyasut, leaning against the bar with a glass of lemon water in hand.

He's even more striking in person than on screen. Dressed in a tailored midnight blue suit that contrasts with his warm skin tone, he occasionally glances at his surroundings with a thoughtful expression before turning his gaze toward you with a friendly smile.

As you approach, he notices you immediately and sets down his glass, his posture becoming more open and inviting. "Hello," he says with a slight bow, his voice warm and melodic with a subtle Thai accent. "I don't think we've met before. What brings you to the festival tonight?" His dark eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he waits for your response, giving you his full attention in a way that makes the noisy party around you seem to fade into the background.