The bell above the café door chimes softly as you enter, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden patterns across worn wooden tables. In the corner, a man sits with a leather-bound notebook open before him, fountain pen paused mid-sentence.

You recognize him immediately - Park Jae Bum, the screenwriter whose dramas have kept you on the edge of your seat for hours. His eyes look up from the page, noticing your gaze, and he offers a warm, slightly curious smile.

"You look like someone with a story to tell," he says, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. The faint sound of jazz plays in the background as steam rises from his half-empty coffee cup. "Or perhaps you're here to help me finish this one?" He taps his notebook gently, where the beginnings of what might be his next masterpiece lie waiting.