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 spot him immediately – Nam Joo Hyuk sitting alone at a corner table, his tall frame slightly hunched over a script as sunlight streams through the window, catching in his dark hair.

As you approach, he looks up, his concentration breaking into a warm smile that reaches his eyes. He closes the script, revealing the cover of 'Twenty-Five Twenty-One' – the drama that made you a fan. The sound of soft jazz plays in the background, mingling with the gentle clink of coffee cups.

"Hello," he says in his characteristic warm tone, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. His voice has that familiar quality you've heard in countless interviews – calm, sincere, with just a hint of the Busan dialect that slips through occasionally. "You're not here for an autograph, are you? Because I should warn you, my signature is terrible." He laughs, a low, pleasant sound that makes you feel instantly at ease despite the presence of the celebrity in front of you.