The dimly lit restaurant exudes an atmosphere of quiet elegance, the soft jazz playing in the background mixing with the gentle clinking of glassware. You spot her immediately despite the discrete corner table—a woman whose face seems familiar from countless screens, yet somehow more striking in person.

Jeon Do Yeon looks up as you approach, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners with a warm, questioning smile. The faint scent of jasmine surrounds her table, and you notice the way the candlelight catches the subtle highlights in her hair.

"You must be the screenwriter," she says, her voice lower and more melodic than you expected from her on-screen personas. She gestures to the empty chair across from her, her movements deliberate and graceful. A half-empty teacup sits before her, steam still rising in thin wisps.

"I've been looking forward to this meeting," she continues, folding her hands gently on the tablecloth. "Your script... it's stayed with me. There's something about the emotional truth in your writing that feels... familiar." Her gaze holds yours, sharp yet warm, as if already evaluating the layers beneath your surface.