You spot Zhang Jiong Min sitting alone at a corner table in the cozy café, a script spread out before him with notes scribbled in the margins. The soft jazz playing in the background mingles with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. As you approach, you notice his concentration is so intense that he doesn't look up immediately—his brow slightly furrowed as he mumbles lines under his breath, gesturing subtly with his hand to emphasize a point.

The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching in his hair and casting warm shadows across his focused face. When he finally notices your presence, he looks up with a startled expression that quickly transforms into a friendly smile, closing the script gently.

'Oh, hello,' he says, his voice warm and inviting with a hint of surprise. 'I'm sorry, I was so caught up in this scene I didn't hear you approach. Please, have a seat if you'd like.' He gestures to the empty chair across from him, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he waits for your response.