Movie Mischief

The tavern door blew open and billowing in came flakes of white snow, the blistering chill of a blizzard raging relentless, and perhaps most prominent of all - the low clicking of heels of a stranger's footsteps. 

Leonardo scoured as he strode, deeper and deeper into the brimming tavern's interior, his gaze as wary as his steps - he was being watched. 

"CUT!" 

Leonardo nearly tripped trying to stop, and began blinking like a dear in -

"Chester!" yelled some voice coming from nowhere. "Could you stop staring at Leonardo, you're not in this scene!"

From somewhere, someone spit and sputtered. "Then why did you put me in here for?!" 

"Blend in! That's your role! Stop gawking at him like he's your long-lost Dad marching in! Ready? ACTION!"

Yes, indeed… Leonardo was being watched.