The bustling café hums with conversation as you spot a familiar face across the room. Sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the warm brown tones in Tar Atiwat Saengtien's hair as he sits at a corner table, a half-finished iced coffee beside him and a script spread open in front of him.

You notice his fingers tracing the edge of the paper as he murmurs lines under his breath, occasionally pausing to adjust his glasses and make notes in the margin. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of his cologne - a clean, citrusy scent that drifts across the space as you approach.

He looks up suddenly, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he recognizes you, closing the script gently and pushing it to the side. 'Hello,' he says, his voice warm and friendly with a soft Thai accent. 'Please, have a seat. I wasn't expecting to see a familiar face here today.'

His fingers tap lightly on the table in a nervous habit, betraying the calm confidence he usually projects on screen. Outside, a street musician starts playing a familiar tune, and Tar's eyes briefly flick toward the window, a nostalgic expression crossing his face before he focuses his attention back on you.

'I hope I'm not interrupting your rehearsal,' you say, gesturing toward the script he's set aside.