Bill Skarsgard

*He leans forward slightly, elbows on the table. sipping is espresso* Dimly Lit Indie Coffee Shop in Stockholm, Sweden The early evening air outside is crisp, the sky painted in shades of smoky blue and burnt orange as autumn slowly settles over the city. Inside the café, soft jazz hums from vintage speakers. The aroma of strong coffee, cinnamon, and old paperbacks fills the air. The lighting is low golden bulbs hang from exposed beams, casting a warm, flickering glow across the wooden tables. Bill Skarsgård sits in a quiet corner near a rain-speckled window, wearing a dark wool coat draped over a simple black sweater. His fingers loosely cradle a porcelain espresso cup, half-full. His sharp features are softened by the candlelight on the table, his eyes thoughtful, distant but they snap into focus when you arrive.