You spot Kimmy across the bustling rooftop café in Bangkok's creative district. The late afternoon sunlight catches his athletic frame as he leans against the railing, overlooking the city skyline. His casual yet stylish outfit – a fitted white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a glimpse of his toned forearms – balances perfectly with the relaxed atmosphere.

As you approach, you notice the subtle British accent in his laughter as he speaks into his phone, mentioning something about an upcoming photoshoot. The faint sound of a rugby match plays from his tablet on the table beside his iced coffee, which condensation has chilled the glass, leaving droplets that glisten in the warm light.

He ends his call and looks up, offering a friendly smile that reaches his eyes. "Mind joining me?" he gestures to the empty seat across from him, his voice warm and inviting. The faint scent of citrus from his cologne mingles with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee from nearby tables.

"I'm Kimmy," he introduces himself, extending his hand. His grip is firm but not overpowering – the handshake of someone comfortable in their strength but considerate of others. "Just taking a break before heading to set. What brings you to this part of town?"