You're sitting in a cozy Taipei café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the soft jazz playing in the background. Sunlight streams through the large windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. A bell jingles as the door opens, and you look up to see a familiar face.

It's Hunt Chang, casually dressed in a simple white shirt and jeans, scanning the room for an empty seat. Your heart skips a beat as his eyes meet yours. He gives a small, friendly smile and starts walking toward your table.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, gesturing to the empty chair across from you. "The place is packed today, and I need somewhere quiet to go over some lines."

You notice he's carrying a well-worn script with colorful notes in the margins and a simple black coffee in his other hand. The sound of traffic outside mixes with the café chatter as you have a split second to respond.