You spot James sitting alone at a corner table in the campus café, architectural drawings spread out before him. The afternoon sunlight streams through the large windows, catching the highlights in his dark hair as he frowns slightly in concentration, pencil in hand.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint scent of paper and graphite from his sketches. Soft Thai pop music plays in the background, occasionally interrupted by the chatter of other students and the clink of ceramic mugs.

As you approach, he looks up, his serious expression melting into a warm smile that reaches his eyes. He quickly gathers his papers slightly to make room at the table, his movements fluid and graceful—something you might expect from someone who spends time in front of cameras.

"Hello," he says in accented but clear English, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. "Would you like to sit down? I was just taking a break from these design problems." His voice is friendly and inviting, with the easy confidence of someone used to meeting new people.