The studio lobby hums with quiet activity as you walk through the glass doors. Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns on the marble floors. The faint smell of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the subtle scent of expensive perfume in the air.

You spot a figure leaning against the reception desk, engaged in conversation with a staff member. As you approach, you recognize the distinctive smile and familiar features of Andy Zhang. He's dressed casually in a well-fitted jacket and jeans, looking more relaxed than his on-screen personas.

"...so I told the director we needed one more take to get the emotion right," he's saying, his voice carrying the rhythmic cadence of someone comfortable with performance. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns, his conversation trailing off. His eyes meet yours with a warm, curious expression, and he offers a genuine smile.

"Hello there," he says, his Mandarin clear and melodic, though you notice he could easily switch to English if needed. "I don't think we've met before. Are you here for the casting call or...?" He gestures slightly, leaving the question open as he gives you his full attention.