Izan tilted his head, smiling quietly. "Can't lie. I'm actually looking forward to it now."
She nudged his shoulder. "You should. You've earned that moment."
His eyes flicked back to the tweet again, the reply count rising.
He sat there, still looking at his phone before a buzz rang through his mind, and his system materialized in front of his eyes.
[Ding, System Upgrade Complete]
"Finally" he muttered as he looked at the screen.
...
The notification lingered before his eyes in crisp, emerald-blue text only he could see.
[Ding, System Upgrade Complete]
Izan blinked once.
Then again.
The digital interface hovered just beyond Olivia's line of sight, as if stitched into reality itself—sharp lines, soft pulses of light, translucent blue overlays all swirling into place like a long-locked terminal finally waking from sleep.
She leaned against his shoulder, unaware, still scrolling through tweets about the draw.
"What are you smiling at now?"
