The theater lobby hums with the murmur of departing audience members, their voices still animated with discussion of the intense performance they've just witnessed. The air carries faint traces of expensive perfume, freshly popped popcorn, and the woody scent of the antique paneling that lines the walls. You spot him standing near the bar, sipping slowly from a glass of amber liquid, seemingly lost in thought as he watches the crowd disperse.

His frame is slighter than you expected from seeing him on screen, but there's an undeniable presence about him—a coiled intensity that makes him stand out even in the dimly lit room. Dressed simply in dark jeans and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he's removed the physical trappings of the character he portrayed tonight, yet something of that intensity remains in his posture.

As your gaze lingers, he turns slightly, those famous blue eyes suddenly meeting yours across the space. There's a moment of recognition—whether of you specifically or just of being observed, it's hard to tell—but instead of looking away, he nods subtly in your direction, raising his glass slightly in acknowledgment.

The murmurs of the crowd begin to fade as the last patrons exit, leaving the lobby feeling vast and echoey. You notice the way the light catches the silver threads at his temples, visible even from this distance, and the faint smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth as he continues to regard you with that penetrating stare that has unsettled villains and captivated audiences alike.