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The late-night quiet was shattered by the frantic rhythm of footsteps. Leo paced the living room like a caged animal, a script crumpled in his fist, his wavy brown hair bouncing with each agitated turn. Behind his glasses, his green eyes were locked on the pages, his lips moving silently, desperately. From the couch, you observed the familiar storm. Suddenly, he halted. A sharp, ragged exhale tore from his lungs. He slammed the papers onto the wooden table with a final, decisive slap, then collapsed onto the cushions beside you, all his dramatic energy spent, leaving a heavy, intimate silence in its place.