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Tom:[Tom HanksLeague of Their OwnGIF]
Tom:There are photos of you crying into a wineglass with a fistful of French fries in your hand.
Nina:????WHAT????
Leo:Oh
Leo:Fuck
Leo:Shit
Tom:Yeah, you’re oh fucking shitting right.
Nina:The restaurant has a no-photo policy???
Tom:I have a no-crying-in-public-while-you’re-supposed-to-be-looking-in-love policy.
Tom:FIX. THIS. Act like you’re fucking each other’s brains out.
Nina:::: typing :::
Leo:
GOOGLE NEWS SEARCH FOR
NINA LYON AND LEO O’DONNELL
Nasty Leo? Nina in Tears After “Romantic” Dinner
Sweet & Sour: Leo Leaves Smiling, Nina Leaves Crying
Desperate Nina Begs Leo to Stay: Waiter Tells All
Nina and Leo Over? Another Food Couple Bites the Crust
They’re Hot, Then They’re Cold—The Complete Nina-and-Leo Relationship Timeline
17 Men in Food Nina Should Rebound With
Are Nina and Leo a Recipe for Heartbreak?
Table for One: Nina’s Newly Single Life
Body Language Expert Reveals That LeoO’Donnell Is Definitely Cheating on Nina Lyon
QUIZ: Which Nina Lyon Cry-Face Are You?
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LEO
Leo had called in sick to work. He wasn’t actually sick, but he was having one of his...moods, as he called them. So the lights in his living room were dimmed, and he’d kept the curtains drawn.
He wasn’t sure if it had been the chef’s comments at the Sunset Grande or seeing himself in the news being blamed for Nina crying...but one or all of those things had triggered him.
So his laptop was open and glowing back at him with work he could be doing. He had unanswered emails, the continual pileup of bookkeeping and a strategy doc he’d started working on for Tiffany to try and convince her to bring him back onto the show without Nina. All of those tasks were waiting, and he should’ve started in on them, but...
He just stared at the screen, unable to. Working had never been a problem for Leo—it was what kept him motivated. But when he fell into this mood, or funk, or whatever it was, it was like he could barely find the energy to stand, let alone be productive. Instead, he became frozen by the avalanche of his thoughts. Swirling, spinning and absolutely all-consuming words falling over him, as sharp and violent as a hailstorm.
