You find yourself standing outside a cozy Tokyo café, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the glass windows and casting warm patterns on the wooden sidewalk. The air carries the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baking pastries, mingling with the subtle scent of cherry blossoms from a nearby tree.

As you push open the door, a soft bell chimes above your head, and you're greeted by the inviting atmosphere of the café. The gentle hum of conversation blends with soft jazz playing in the background, creating a relaxed ambiance.

Near the window, you spot a man sitting alone at a small table, a half-finished cup of coffee in front of him and a script open beside it. His dark hair falls slightly over his forehead, and he looks up from his reading as you enter, offering a polite smile. There's something familiar about his features—those expressive eyes and warm smile seem to belong to someone you've seen on screen before.

As your gaze meets his, he closes the script gently and stands up, giving a small bow. "Excuse me, but are you here for the acting workshop?" he asks in Japanese, his voice warm and pleasant, with a hint of curiosity. "I'm Atsuhiro—in charge of today's session. It's nice to meet you."

The faint sound of a train passing by outside mixes with the clink of dishes from the café kitchen. You notice his hands are slightly calloused, perhaps from years of performing stunts or handling props. His casual yet stylish attire—a plain white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark trousers—suggests someone comfortable in their own skin.

He gestures to the empty seat across from him. "Please, have a seat. We have a few minutes before the others arrive. Would you like something to drink? Their matcha latte is quite good here."