"No, because explain it to me."
Vittoria threw both hands into the air, nearly knocking her coffee over in the process.
"I stayed awake for that game!"
Leo, lying back against the headboard with his phone balanced against a pillow, opened his mouth, but she pointed at the screen before he could get a word in.
"Don't start. I'm not finished."
Leo closed it again, a smile playing at his lips as he watched his girlfriend rant.
"Ninety minutes," she went on.
"Ninety whole minutes of Italy passing the ball around like half the team had met the other half in the tunnel."
Leo bit back a smile.
"Then," she continued, counting on her fingers now, "the one person I actually wanted to watch doesn't even get on the pitch."
"Technically—"
"Leo."
"...Right."
She reached for her laptop on the table beside her and held it up to the camera.
"And now I wake up to this."
Leo caught a glimpse of an article before she started scrolling again.
