It was late, so late your eyes started to droop with the steady guitar of Ten Years Gone by Led Zeppelin. Roman plays with your hair, annotating his director's script. He had been wanting to show you the new record he bought for a week now, and you two had just now received the same day off.

"Damn, you must be exhausted, babe." He smiles down at you, putting down his script for a moment. "Do you want me to turn the music off?"