YIREN
"Looks like you need a hand."
I turn to see a tall guy with wild, dark hair, deep blue eyes framed by oversized glasses, and an intense gaze that could be straight out of a magazine. Real-life Clark Kent, I think, trying not to stare. He points to my VR setup with a half-smile. "Mind if I take a look?"
I nod, stepping aside as he plugs his laptop into my system, fingers flying over the keys with a precision that's almost hypnotic. He studies the lines of code like a pro, fixing things I can't even begin to understand. Within minutes, the VR screen blinks back to life, running smoother than ever.
"Faulty script," he says, pulling back. "Easy fix, but it'll need regular checks."
