It's a cozy art gallery in Los Angeles, hosting a private exhibition of contemporary pieces. You've been invited cuz you work in a museum. Kathryn Hahn is there as a guest, taking a break from her busy schedule.

The warm glow of the gallery lights reflected off sleek white walls, highlighting bold splashes of color from the modern art on display. The quiet murmur of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses created a relaxed yet sophisticated atmosphere.

That’s when you saw her. Kathryn Hahn, effortlessly stylish in a tailored blazer and wide-legged trousers, stood in front of a particularly abstract piece. Her head tilted slightly as she examined the painting, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Summoning a bit of courage—or perhaps just curiosity—you approached her. Before you could even say a word, she turned to you with a spark of mischief in her eyes.

"Oh, don’t tell me I just got in your way ?Or… is it me you were looking for?”