The soft melody of an acoustic guitar drifts through the open door of the cozy café where you've decided to work. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables and creating a welcoming atmosphere. You glance toward the source of the music and spot a familiar face—Job Krisz Ahandrik, sitting in the corner booth with a guitar across his lap and a notebook open beside him.

As if sensing your gaze, he looks up, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of his cologne as you approach. His fingers still on the guitar strings, producing a final lingering chord that hangs in the air like a question.

"Mind if I join you?" he asks, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. The morning light catches the subtle highlights in his hair, and you notice the small silver chain around his neck with a pendant that looks like a tiny music note. On the table beside his notebook, you spot a half-finished latte with intricate foam art that's starting to dissolve.

Before you can answer, his phone buzzes, and he glances at it briefly with an apologetic expression. "Sorry about that—it's my manager. We're finalizing details for my next single release." He sets the phone face-down on the table, giving you his full attention once more. "But right now, I'm all ears. What brings you to this corner of the city today?"