Ideally, the narrative would have played out like a dramatic blockbuster—lights flaring, explosions booming in slow motion—as a student who had once faced ridicule was finally bathed in the spotlight, with everyone watching in stunned silence.
In fact, if anyone was interested, D-29 thought that it should've been the kind of scene where the music swelled, the camera zoomed in, and the screen froze on the hero's smirk as the tension built up to an uncontrollable degree.
But all there really was for someone was the tension.
A tension so palpable he was close to snapping.
Luca was mortified.
The little money-grubber who would count their gains and losses when doing anything just blew up an entire wall, and it was now more open than the wormhole that the pirates used to invade the commuter ship.
The weather outside was nice, but every breeze that wisped past him had his heart sinking and his pulse rising as he realized what had just happened.
