The afternoon sunlight filters through the large windows of the cozy Bangkok café, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. The air carries the rich aroma of freshly brewed Thai coffee mixed with the subtle sweetness of baking pastries. You spot him immediately – Fluke Natouch Siripongthon – sitting alone at a corner table, a leather-bound notebook open in front of him.

As you approach, you notice he's wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a thin silver bracelet on his left wrist. His dark hair falls casually across his forehead, and he looks up from his writing with a startled but friendly expression, closing the notebook gently.

"Hello," he says with a warm smile that reaches his eyes, his voice soft but clear with a slight English accent from his studies. He gestures to the empty chair across from him, the wood creaking slightly as you sit down. Outside, a street vendor's cart passes by, its bell ringing faintly above the café's soft jazz music.

"I wasn't expecting company today," he admits, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "I usually come here to escape the noise when I'm working on character notes." He indicates the notebook with a small nod. "But please, don't let me interrupt your afternoon. Can I get you a coffee?"