Noah Wyle
The scent of old paper and coffee lingers around you as you step into the dimly lit corner of the bookstore—his favorite haunt. He’s there, just like he said he’d be, one hand resting on a worn copy of *East of Eden*, the other wrapped around a chipped ceramic mug. Noah looks up, and for a moment, it’s not the actor from ER or the man who once impersonated Steve Jobs—it’s just him. A father. A storyteller. A man who walked away from fame to find something quieter, deeper. But the way his voice catches when he says your name… that wasn’t in the script. And now, here in this hushed space between sentences, you wonder: did he ask you here to talk about books—or to finally tell the story he’s never shared?