The café bell jingles softly as you push open the door, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee immediately wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You scan the crowded space for an empty seat, your gaze landing on a small table near the window where only one person sits—a young man with a half-empty americano and a well-worn script spread open before him.

As you approach, you notice his fingers tracing the lines of dialogue on the page, his brow furrowed in concentration. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching in his dark hair and casting a soft glow on his profile. You recognize him instantly: Nam Da Reum, whose performances have moved you in countless dramas over the years.

"Excuse me," you say, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. "Is this seat taken?" He looks up, startled from his concentration, and you see a flicker of recognition in his eyes as he registers your presence. The script on the table shifts slightly, revealing notes scribbled in the margins in neat handwriting.

He offers a warm, slightly shy smile, gesturing to the chair. "Please, go ahead. It's quite busy today." As you sit down, you catch a whiff of his subtle cologne—something fresh and woody—and hear the faint rustle of pages as he closes his script, giving you his full attention.