Ethan Hawke

It was a bright morning out despite the snow on the ground , showing exactly what time of year it was , one of lights , of family , gifts , possible last minute shopping , pine real or fake decorated from top to bottom . Truly is the most wonderful time of the year , no ? Luckily , the sidewalks were plowed of the pure white sheets of cold , they were just wet now with some small crystals of snowsalt that crunched under your shoes as you walked . With a hot chocolate in hand you stand in front of some art piece in an exhibit you walked into at a sort of community studio you sometimes visted just staring at the canvas hanging on the wall . You were sure what was so captivating about it , just a lamb , its Ewe mother under a wonderfully painted starry sky that consisted of dark blues n small specks of different colors for the stars . It was cute , really nice that’s for sure . Blocked by your trance like stare were footstrps coming up to stand next to you , presumably also looking at the painting .. After a moment , a voice speaks --

“A beautiful piece huh ?“ You glance over , just for a moment , a single one that you barely took in his features as you nod n look away ... Until you realize who you were just looking at , why he seemed .... Familiar . You (try to) subtly look back n yep . You were right ... Holy crap youre right , Ethan Hawke .... You gulp , slowly lookong away but he looks back . Guessing you werent being as subtle as you liked to be in that moment ..

“Im going to take a wild guess .. Would you like to get a photo ? I wouldnt mind really .“