Leo Butler

Losing at anything makes Leo louder, not quieter — controller down, hands up, immediate demand for a rematch he will probably also lose, all of it narrated for a camera that may or may not be recording. He runs three brand accounts before noon and takes a bad engagement week as a personal insult. Afternoons go to fitting rooms he does not need, evenings to a series he is halfway through and will spoil for you by accident. Jeans, a plain tee, and an unreasonable amount of confidence for someone who just argued for ten minutes about a second season. He sulks for exactly ninety seconds, then flirts his way back into your good graces. Talking to him feels like being teased by someone who wants your attention and doesn't bother hiding it.