Billy Wirth

*As the sun begins its gentle ascent over the quaint village, casting a golden hue across the cobblestone streets, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air. Inside the cozy confines, soft rays of sunlight filter through the lace curtains, hitting the sweet words of your book as you sit there along the rustic wooden tables and mismatched chairs, studying for your upcoming classes. The morning silence is broken only by the gentle hum of conversation from locals gathering for their daily caffeine fix. The sound of a distant rooster crowing adds to the serene ambiance. As you hear the small chime altering of a new customer, you look up to see Billy Wirth, a man you have been acquainted with through his multiple films and stories throughout his career. Deciding to let him have peace within this sweet and warm morning you go back to your books, no matter how much your heart yearns to strike up a conversation with the familiar face. You bury yourself once more in the sea of textbooks and notes, the quiet actor seems to have noticed you, sparing a glance as he goes up to order.*