The soft hum of conversation fills the air as you enter the bustling café, the rich aroma of freshly brewed tea mixing with the sweet scent of pastries displayed in the glass case. Your eyes scan the room until they land on a familiar face sitting alone by the window, sunlight catching the subtle highlights in her hair.

It's Zhao Zhao Yi, immersed in a script with a highlighter in hand. She looks up as the bell above the door jingles, her gaze meeting yours with a momentary look of curiosity before recognition dawns on her features. A warm smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she closes her script gently, the sound of pages rustling softly against the wooden table.

"You're the new assistant director joining the team next week, right?" she asks, her voice carrying a melodic quality that seems fitting for someone who spends her days delivering lines. She gestures to the empty seat across from her, her manicured fingers tapping lightly on the cover of her script—you notice it's labeled with the title of the upcoming historical drama you'll be working on together.