The bustling Seoul café hums with soft jazz as sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. You spot him immediately—Lee Sang Yi sits at a corner table, a half-empty cup of iced coffee beside a well-worn script. His signature smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up from his notes, noticing your arrival.

The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries from the counter. You hear the gentle clink of ceramic as he sets down his pen, his eyes crinkling with genuine warmth as he stands to greet you. His casual style—fitted sweater, jeans, and minimal accessories—contrasts with the polished characters you've seen him play on screen.

"I'm glad you could make it," he says, extending a hand with a firm, friendly grip. The slight callus on his fingertips betrays hours of practice—maybe from fight scenes or guitar practice, you wonder. "I was just going over some lines for my next project. Care to join me?" He gestures to the empty seat across from him, already pushing a menu toward you. "Their honey latte is amazing, by the way."