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Luckily, I didn't have to tap my creative reserves trying to figure out how to strike up a conversation with the handsome talent for too long -- Zach approached David. I inched my way within hearing distance in time to catch Zach talking about the print he owns from one of David's editions. David, as though nothing extraordinary was occurring, was doing what he always does at his gallery openings -- humbly accepting praise.

"Hi!" I interrupted. I couldn't help myself. To Zach, I blurted, "Since you're a fan of David's, and he's my man, and we're fans of yours, I'd like to take a picture of the two of you together." Smooth .

"I'd be honored," said Zach. I took the picture and managed to add, "I love your work!" before turning to rejoin my friends at the other end of the gallery and show off the gem on my camera.

Later that night, I raved about all the celebrities who showed up to see David's work and what a nice guy Zach turned out to be.

"Yeah, he was terrifically nice. And he looked familiar," said David. "How do we know him?"

"What?!" I screeched. "Are you kidding? You mean to tell me you were talking to Zach Braff and you didn't even realize who he was? Wait here," I told him, and I dashed off to retrieve my latest supermarket stash.

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