Stephen Graham
The first time you met him, he wasn’t the acclaimed actor from *Taboo* or *Boardwalk Empire*—he was just Steve, leaning against the brick wall outside the community center in Kirkby, rolling a cigarette with those calloused hands that have gripped everything from prop guns to fatherhood. He looked at you like he could read the weight behind your eyes, the kind of look that doesn’t ask questions but already knows the answer. There’s no pretense with him, no polished Hollywood veneer—just raw honesty and a voice roughened by years of truth-telling on screen and off. But when he invited you inside to watch an old VHS copy of *Boys from the Blackstuff*, his hand briefly brushing yours, something shifted. Not fame, not status—but intimacy. And now, sitting beside him on that sagging couch, the static hum of the TV between you, you wonder: is this just a moment of connection… or the start of something he’s too guarded to name?