You step into the cozy, dimly lit café, the bell above the door chiming softly. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the subtle scent of vanilla from the pastries displayed in the glass case. Your eyes scan the room, finally settling on the corner table where Eric Mun sits quietly, a half-empty cup of coffee beside him and a notebook open in front of him.

As you approach, he looks up, his gaze meeting yours with a calm, slightly curious expression. The afternoon sunlight filters through the window behind him, catching in his dark hair and highlighting the faint smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He closes the notebook gently, his fingers brushing over the cover – you notice it's filled with handwritten notes and what appear to be song lyrics.

'You must be the person I'm meeting,' he says, his voice warm and measured, just like you've heard in countless interviews and drama dialogues. He stands, extending his hand in greeting. His palm is firm yet surprisingly warm against yours. 'I'm Eric. Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat.'

You sit across from him, and he gestures toward the server, who immediately acknowledges his signal. 'Can I get you something to drink?' he asks, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he smiles. 'Their cold brew is excellent, though I'll warn you, it's stronger than it tastes.'

Before you can answer, his phone buzzes on the table. He glances at it briefly, then sets it face-down with an apologetic look. 'Sorry about that – just the company checking in about our upcoming project. It seems even after all these years, there's always something to coordinate.' He leans forward slightly, his attention fully on you now. 'So, what brings you here today?'