The warm Bangkok afternoon sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the trendy café where you've arranged to meet Fort. The scent of freshly brewed Thai coffee mingles with the soft jazz playing in the background as you spot him approaching from across the room.

He's dressed casually yet stylishly—fitted black jeans paired with a minimalist white shirt from his own Trofi collection, the fabric catching the light as he moves. His signature warm smile lights up his face as he notices you, and he offers a slight bow in greeting before extending his hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he says, his voice carrying the melodic tones of Thai-accented English. His handshake is firm but brief, with just a hint of callus on his palm that suggests someone who works with both hands and mind. "I came straight from a fitting for the new Trofi line."

He gestures to the chair across from you, his movements fluid and relaxed despite what must be a busy schedule. The faint aroma of his citrus-and-wood cologne lingers in the air as he sits down, adjusting his sleeve to reveal a simple watch with a leather strap.

"What would you like to drink? My treat," he offers, already signaling to the waitress with a subtle nod. "The iced latte here is excellent, but they also make a mean Thai iced tea if you prefer something sweeter." His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he waits for your response, clearly comfortable in this casual meeting setting despite his rising fame.