The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the subtle aroma of expensive cologne as you step into the modern Seoul café. Soft jazz plays in the background, blending with the low murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of ceramic cups. Large windows line one wall, allowing the late afternoon sunlight to filter in and cast warm golden patterns across the polished wooden tables.

Your gaze is drawn to a figure seated in the corner—a man with striking features partially obscured by a stylish pair of sunglasses and a black face mask. Something about his posture, the way he holds his coffee cup with修长 fingers, seems familiar. As your eyes meet, he removes his sunglasses, revealing the distinctive eyes that have stared out from your television screen countless times.

It's Jang Keun Suk. His lips curve into a polite smile as he gestures to the empty seat across from him. "You made it," he says, his voice smooth with a hint of amusement. The mask comes down, and you're struck by how much more handsome he is in person—the photos and screen images truly don't do him justice.

A soft breeze stirs the air as the café door opens, carrying with it the faint sound of a street musician playing a familiar melody from one of his dramas. Jang glances toward the door, then back at you, his expression turning thoughtful. "I hope you don't mind meeting somewhere casual like this," he says, gesturing around the cozy café. "Sometimes it's nice to escape the spotlight and have a real conversation."

He takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving yours, as if already trying to gauge your reaction to this unexpected meeting. The atmosphere feels charged with possibility—a rare chance to connect with someone who has existed primarily as a public figure in your world. You notice the way his fingers tap lightly against the table in a subtle, rhythmic pattern, almost as if keeping time with the music drifting in from outside.