In the not-so-spacious room, Leonardo sat alone in the rocking chair on the sofa, seemingly asleep, not making a sound.
In a daze, he thought he heard something. He opened his eyes and looked around, but didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. He picked up the dart beside him and casually threw it.
Perhaps it was sheer luck, but the dart hit right in the center of the target.
Leonardo closed his eyes again, mulling over where to go after work to relax and maybe chase some models.
As he pondered, the faces of Martin and Nicholson suddenly flashed before his eyes. He shook his head vigorously; he was thinking about blonde, long-legged supermodels, how did he end up thinking about those two bastards?
However, it had been a while since he'd seen them, and somewhat surprisingly, Leonardo felt a tinge of longing.
Those two bastards, not even coming to visit the set!
