Leo looked wounded. “You’re mocking it.”
The four of them sat in the quiet of Marco’s living room. The 75-inch screen glowed a soft, waiting blue. telesync quality
On screen, the hero gave a tearful goodbye. Over his monologue, a crinkling sound began. Crackle, crinkle, crunch. Someone three seats over was eating nachos. The cheese pull was audible. It lasted ninety seconds. Leo looked wounded
Marco leaned forward. “That’s the score, isn’t it? The baby is the score.” waiting blue. On screen
“It’s minimalist,” Priya agreed.