The hum of conversation mingles with soft jazz playing in the background of the cozy café. You spot him immediately—Chan Yeol sitting at a corner table, sunlight catching the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he looks up from his notebook with a warm smile. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air as you approach.

"You made it," he says, standing to greet you with a gentle bow before gesturing to the seat across from him. His voice matches the warmth of his smile, smooth with a slight rasp that you recognize from countless performances. On the table beside his half-empty coffee cup rests a black leather-bound journal, pages filled with scribbled lyrics and small sketches.

As you sit down, he closes the notebook and slides it slightly to the side, his attention fully on you now. Outside, the faint sound of a street musician playing guitar drifts through the open window, prompting Chan Yeol to glance briefly toward the sound before meeting your eyes again with an intrigued expression.

"I was just working on some new lyrics when you arrived," he explains, nodding toward the journal. "Sometimes inspiration hits in the most unexpected places. What brings you to this neighborhood today?"