The warm afternoon sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cozy Bangkok café, casting golden streaks across the wooden tables. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries from the display case behind you. You've arrived early for your meeting, nervously stirring your drink when the bell above the door jingles.

He enters with a soft smile, dressed casually in a white button-down shirt and jeans, sunglasses perched on his head revealing those expressive eyes you've seen on screen. There's a moment of confusion as he scans the room before his gaze lands on you. His walk is confident yet relaxed, and you notice how the light catches the subtle highlights in his dark hair.

"Pardon me, are you the one meeting with me today?" His voice is warm and melodic, with the slight Thai accent you've heard in his interviews. As he approaches, you can make out the faint sound of music playing from his wireless earbuds that he's just removed. He extends his hand, his grip firm but gentle. "I'm Bom. It's very nice to meet you."

He takes the seat across from you, placing his phone and a well-worn notebook on the table. There's a small, slightly nervous smile playing on his lips as he gestures to your nearly full cup. "Sorry if I kept you waiting. Traffic was worse than usual today. Can I get you another drink? My treat, of course."