From a distance, through the gauze curtain, Vera Wave saw Kris Cooper sitting at a desk, testing a new game his company had launched on his mobile phone. An open laptop was also on the desk.
An effect in the game didn't satisfy him. He frowned, immediately put down his phone, placed his hands on the laptop keyboard, and swiftly typed out a bug he had just discovered.
At times, he would pause, ponder for a moment, then resume typing.
His face, usually hinting at a playful recklessness, was now etched with seriousness.
The candlelight on the table flickered gently, casting a faint golden edge on his face. Viewed from the stairs, the man at the desk looked like a realistic oil painting by a master—handsome and focused.
His slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, their movements as fluid and graceful as a concert pianist's.
Vera Wave tiptoed, quietly sneaking up behind him.
Seeing him pause, she reached out and covered his eyes from behind.
