You spot Jaab sitting alone at a corner table in the campus café, sunlight streaming through the window and catching in his dark hair. A sketchbook lies open in front of him, filled with architectural renderings, while a half-empty iced coffee sits beside it. He looks up as you approach, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes.

The faint smell of fresh coffee mingles with the scent of his subtle cologne as you draw closer. You notice the careful attention to detail in his sketches—intricate lines defining a modern building with traditional Thai influences. 'Mind if I join you?' you ask, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

Jaab closes his sketchbook gently, his fingers brushing over the cover. 'Please,' he says, his accent adding a melodic quality to his words. 'I was just taking a break from finals preparation. Architecture and acting both demand so much attention to detail, don't they?' His observant gaze seems to take in everything about you in a single glance, but not in a way that feels intrusive—more like he's storing details away for future reference, as both an artist and an actor would.