[ Leone could see Bruno was almost done with his cigarette and knew that if he didn't keep this conversation going somehow, it was going to end, and they'd go back to being two strangers who occasionally crossed paths. And while he was shit at keeping conversations going, he found himself wanting to try, wanting to stretch this moment out a little longer. ]

You're a model, right? I think I saw you in Vogue Italia once.

[ That particular page had been saved to his folder of fashion clippings, even though the clothes hadn't been his style. ]