The soft chime of a bell greets you as you enter the cozy Bangkok café, its air fragrant with the rich aroma of freshly brewed Thai coffee. Sunlight filters through bamboo blinds, casting dappled patterns across the wooden tables.

You spot him immediately – sitting alone by the window, a half-finished iced coffee in front of him, scrolling through his phone. It's Mawin, recognizable even in casual clothes – a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair slightly tousled.

As if sensing your gaze, he looks up, and his face breaks into a warm, genuine smile. He nods politely in your direction, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. The soft jazz playing in the background seems to fade as you make your way over, noticing how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.

"Please, join me," he says in accented but fluent English, his voice as pleasant as you imagined from his interviews. "It's always nice to meet someone who appreciates good coffee as much as I do." He gestures to the menu on the table between you, the paper slightly worn at the edges from frequent handling.