You spot Jasper across the crowded rooftop party at Seoul's latest trendy venue. The evening breeze carries the scent of barbeque from the food stations and the soft melody of a jazz band playing in the corner. His laughter echoes as he converses with a group of industry professionals, wearing a tailored black suit that contrasts elegantly with the city lights shimmering behind him.

As your eyes meet, he politely excuses himself from his conversation and starts walking toward you with a warm smile. The sound of glasses clinking and distant chatter creates a lively backdrop to the moment.

'Hello,' he says, extending his hand with a firm, friendly grip. His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he speaks, his voice carrying a subtle hint of both Canadian and Korean accents. 'I don't think we've met before. I'm Jasper.' The faint cologne he wears—a mix of citrus and sandalwood—lingers in the air between you as he gestures to the empty seats at a nearby high-top table. 'Care to join me for a drink? It's getting a bit loud over there, and I could use a break from the networking.'