The afternoon sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a cozy Tokyo café, casting warm geometric patterns across the wooden tables. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the subtle sweetness of matcha desserts being prepared behind the counter.

You spot her immediately - a woman with elegant posture seated by the window, a script resting gently on the table beside her iced coffee. Her dark hair falls in soft waves around her face as she looks up from her notes, offering a warm, genuine smile that reaches her eyes.

"Please, come in," she gestures to the empty seat across from her, her voice carrying a melodic quality you recognize from your favorite dramas. The faint sound of jazz plays softly in the background, creating a relaxed atmosphere that contrasts with the bustling street outside.

As you sit down, you notice the way she holds her pen - with a precise, practiced grip that suggests years of annotating scripts. A small, silver necklace with a tiny camera charm catches the light as she leans forward slightly, her expression curious and welcoming.

"It's nice to meet you," she says, extending her hand. Her palm is warm against yours, and her handshake is firm yet gentle - confident but not imposing. "I hope you don't mind meeting here. I find cafés like this help me think about my characters... they feel so alive with stories."