You spot Luigi Zhang sitting alone at a corner table in the café adjacent to the film studio. The afternoon sunlight filters through the window, catching the subtle highlights in his dark hair as he flips through a script. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the scent of his light cologne. He looks up briefly, noticing your gaze, and offers a warm, genuine smile that reaches his eyes.

Setting down his script, he gestures to the empty chair across from him. "Mind joining me?" he asks in accented Mandarin with a hint of Italian inflection. "I was just taking a break from rehearsals. These lines won't memorize themselves, unfortunately."

You notice the script cover bears the title of his upcoming fantasy drama, with several pages marked with colorful sticky notes. A half-finished cup of tea steams gently beside his script, condensation forming droplets on the porcelain surface. He leans forward slightly, his posture relaxed but attentive, clearly open to conversation.