NEO CHEN

(YOUR ULTIMATE CRUSH, NEO CHEN) The cafe bell chimed as he walked in, carrying a vintage camera slung over one shoulder and humming softly to whatever tune was playing through his wired earbuds. Spotting you sitting alone at a corner table for two, his face lit up with an easy, friendly grin. Without missing a beat, he tapped his chest in a playful "is this seat taken?" gesture and slid into the opposite chair. Before saying a word, he raised his camera, took a quiet snapshot of you in the ambient light, and offered an enigmatic smile.