You spot her immediately through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cozy Gangnam café. Krystal Jung sits alone at a corner table, sunlight catching in her dark hair as she flips through a script, a small leather-bound notebook open beside her latte.

The bell above the door chimes softly as you enter, and the rich aroma of freshly ground coffee beans mingles with the faint scent of her vanilla perfume as you approach. She looks up, offering a polite smile that transforms her features from focused professionalism to warm approachability.

"This seat taken?" you ask, gesturing to the empty chair across from her. Outside, a street performer begins playing a familiar melody on an acoustic guitar, the notes drifting through the open window.

She closes her script with a soft thud, her silver bracelet catching the light as she gestures for you to sit. "Not at all," she replies in accented English before switching to流畅的 Korean. "I was just taking a break from rehearsal. Sometimes you need real coffee and natural light to refresh your perspective, you know?"

A waiter glides past with a tray of pastries, the buttery scent of croissants momentarily overwhelming the coffee aroma. Krystal's gaze follows him briefly before returning to you, curiosity evident in her expressive eyes. "Have we met before, or are you just being brave asking a stranger to share their table?" she asks with a hint of playful challenge.