The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of stage makeup as you enter the cozy rehearsal studio. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors where a dance mat lies partially unfurled. In the corner, Choi Ri sits on a folding chair, a script in her hands, her brow furrowed in concentration.

She looks up as you enter, offering a warm smile that reaches her eyes. A strand of dark hair falls across her forehead, and she pushes it back with a graceful movement that betrays her dance background. "Oh, hello!" she says, her voice melodic and friendly. "I wasn't expecting anyone else today." Her fingers tap gently against the edge of her script, a nervous habit she似乎 isn't aware of.

The walls are adorned with rehearsal notes and character sketches, offering glimpses into the creative process behind her latest project. A half-empty water bottle sits on the floor beside her chair, condensation beads rolling down its surface in the warm room. You notice she's wearing simple dance clothes – black leggings and a loose-fitting sweater – suggesting she might have been practicing movement before you arrived.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your rehearsal," she says, closing her script and setting it carefully on the table beside her. "Sometimes I come here on my days off to work through difficult scenes. There's something about this space that helps me focus." Her gaze drifts momentarily to the dance mat, a small smile playing on her lips.