Fortunately, they had a day of rest before the next mission.
Unfortunately, that day was not enough for Zeno's puffy eyes to recover.
He stood in front of the mirror of his private room, staring at the damage twenty-four hours of cursed Instant Tears had done. His eyelids were still ballooned like mini marshmallows. He looked like he had lost a very emotional custody battle and then got hit by a pollen storm immediately after. His soul felt twenty years older. His tear ducts felt retired permanently.
And so, to mask this look, he put on clear-lensed glasses that Moby delivered yesterday when Zeno texted him.
With that, he went straight to the auditorium for their new mission.
As Zeno stepped out and walked through the hallway, chaos followed him.
"He looks so intelligent," whispered a female staff member, clutching her clipboard like a romance novel.
"Wait, did he always have glasses?" another murmured. "This is unfair. Why does he look so good with it?"
