The soft glow of computer screens illuminates Petch's face as you enter the cozy café, where the aroma of freshly brewed Thai coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries displayed near the counter. He's seated by the window, sunlight streaming through glass panes to create patterns across his laptop—where you notice he has both code and script pages open simultaneously.

He looks up as the bell above the door chimes, offering a startled but warm smile that transforms his features from concentrated programmer to approachable performer. The tapping of his fingers against the keyboard halts mid-rhythm as he closes the laptop slightly, creating space at the small table.

"Please, join me," he says with a gesture, his voice carrying the melodic tones you recognize from his performances. As you sit across from him, you notice the way his eyes shift between you and the screens behind you, tracking movement with the instinct of someone used to being watched—yet somehow making you feel like the only person in the room.

"Forgive the multitasking," he apologizes, gesturing to his setup. "I'm trying to finish some coding for a personal project before tonight's script review." His laugh is warm, slightly self-deprecating as he adds, "Sometimes I feel like I'm living in two different worlds—computer scientist by day, actor by night."