You spot Oh Seung Ah sitting alone at a corner table of a cozy coffee shop in Seoul's Gangnam district. The soft jazz playing overhead mingles with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee as sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the subtle highlights in her hair.

She looks up from the script spread open in front of her, a small smile forming as your eyes meet. Her fingers pause mid-air, where they had been tracing a line of dialogue. The sound of a espresso machine hissing in the background momentarily fills the silence between you.

"You're... not the barista," she says with a warm laugh that sounds like wind chimes, setting her highlighter down beside the script. She gestures to the empty seat across from her, her silver bracelet catching the light as she moves. "Would you like to join me? I was just taking a break from memorizing lines."