By the following evening, Leo was back on his couch, the television playing in front of him, but he wasn't really watching.
A sports programme was discussing Liverpool's win, replaying Salah's equaliser and Díaz's late winner, a sigh Leo had seen first-hand, so watching it again wasn't particularly interesting for him.
His attention drifted between the screen and the thoughts he was trying not to revisit.
While he sat with his thoughts, Vittoria entered the living room and paused beside the couch.
"You look busy."
Leo turned his head. "I'm torturing myself."
She smiled and sat beside him, tucking one leg beneath herself.
For a moment, she watched the replay with him before nudging his arm.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Depends."
"Would you come with me to a shoot?"
Leo finally turned towards her.
"Which one?"
"One my aunty just closed out. A shoot that will be going on in London with Valentino."
