You spot Bo Reum Byeol sitting alone at a corner table of the cozy café, sunlight streaming through the window and catching in her dark hair. She's focused on a script spread before her, a small notebook open beside it filled with neat annotations. The faint aroma of coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked pastries from the display case behind you.

As you approach, you notice her delicate finger tracing a line of dialogue, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration. A half-empty latte sits beside her script, a small heart latte art still visible on its surface. The soft jazz playing over the café speakers creates a relaxed atmosphere that contrasts with the intensity of her focus.

She looks up as your shadow falls across her table, her expression shifting from concentration to pleasant surprise. Her eyes, warm and expressive, meet yours with a gentle smile. "Oh, hello," she says, her voice soft but clear, with the musical quality you've heard in her interviews. She closes her script gently, setting her pen down beside it. "Did you need something, or would you like to join me?" The faint sound of a espresso machine hissing in the background punctuates the moment as you consider your response.