The soft hum of conversation blends with the gentle melody of piano music drifting from the corner of the upscale café. You've arrived early for your scheduled meeting, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you smooth your clothing for what feels like the hundredth time. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, late afternoon sunlight paints golden streaks across the wooden tables.

A soft chime sounds as the door opens, and your heart skips a beat. There he is—Suho. Dressed in a tailored beige blazer over a simple white shirt, he scans the room with a warm, searching gaze that lands on you. A faint, genuine smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he approaches, the faint scent of a clean, woody cologne preceding him.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," he says by way of greeting, his voice as warm and melodic as you'd imagined from hearing him sing countless times. He pulls out the chair across from you with a small, courtly gesture before taking a seat, his movements fluid and composed yet entirely natural.

The overhead lights catch the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he settles in, and you notice the way his eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles—a detail you'd never quite appreciated through a screen. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," he continues, folding his hands gently on the table. "Shall we order something first? I hear their honey latte is exceptional."