Blind Item #2

It’s been a few weeks since I last saw that A-list actor and the woman he used to come in with. People around here keep asking if they’ve been back, but no, not once. Guess all the whispering finally got to them.

Still, I don’t think whatever that was just stopped. He always looked like he needed her—like she gave him a break from everything outside. You could see it in how he leaned in when she talked, how his shoulders would finally drop.

She’s a woman in her early-mid 30’s, calm, has that steady kind of energy. Not the glamorous, social-media kind, more like someone who actually listens, she works, I heard she works with some local arts group or something. He always looked tired, like the new dad thing was catching up to him. And when she was there, you could tell he relaxed a bit. They didn’t do anything weird, just talked, laughed low. But there was something there.

They might not show up here anymore, but I’d bet they’re still seeing each other somewhere quieter. Sometimes you just know when something’s not over—it’s just gone underground for a while.