Marco got up to make popcorn. Microwaved. And as the bag began to pop, Priya smiled. Because for the first time all night, the sound matched the picture.
“Who brings nachos to a space tragedy?” Marco whispered. telesync quality
Leo buried his face in his hands. “You’re supposed to be immersed . You’re missing the director’s framing. The color timing—” Marco got up to make popcorn