The sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bustling café. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries, creating a cozy atmosphere that makes the autumn chill outside feel distant and irrelevant.

Your eyes scan the room, searching for the person you're supposed to meet. That's when you spot him – sitting quietly in the corner booth, a half-empty cup of coffee beside an open script. His features are familiar from the countless dramas you've seen him in, yet there's an ordinariness about him in this casual setting that makes him somehow more intriguing.

As you approach, he looks up, his gaze meeting yours with a warm, slightly surprised smile. The script slides closed with a soft thud as he stands, extending a hand in greeting. "You must be the new screenwriter," he says, his voice carrying the same gentle tone you've heard in his interviews. "I'm Lee Wan. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

You take his hand, noting the calluses on his fingertips – the mark of someone who works with his hands, or perhaps the subtle physical reminders of years spent embodying different characters. "I'm honored to be working with you," you say, trying to contain your excitement.

He gestures for you to sit, his movements deliberate and composed. "The honor is mine," he replies sincerely. "I've read the script, and I think your story has real potential. The character... there's something about him that feels personal, you know?"

A waiter glides past, the soft clink of dishes momentarily interrupting your conversation. Lee Wan pauses, waiting for the sound to fade before continuing. "I was hoping we could talk about the motivation behind some of his actions. There are layers here that I want to make sure I capture correctly."