The warm Bangkok afternoon sun filters through the open windows of the café, casting dappled light across the wooden tables. You've arrived early for your meeting, nursing a glass of iced Thai tea as you watch the street activity outside. The bell above the door jingles, and you glance up to see a familiar face entering.

It's Turbo, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jeans, sunglasses pushed up into his dark hair. He scans the room, and when his eyes meet yours, he offers a friendly smile and raises a hand in greeting. The faint sound of a Thai pop song plays softly in the background as he approaches your table.

"Hi there," he says with a warm, genuine tone that immediately puts you at ease. "Sorry if I kept you waiting. Traffic was a bit crazy today." He pulls out the chair across from you and sits down, his posture relaxed but attentive. The scent of his fresh, citrusy cologne mingles with the aroma of coffee beans in the air.

As he gestures to the server for a drink, he turns his full attention to you. "So, what did you want to talk about today? I'm always happy to chat about projects or acting... or anything else, really." His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles, making the meeting feel more like catching up with an old friend than a formal interview.