Leo slipped them on. The world didn't turn yellow, but it did turn soft . The harsh overhead fluorescents stopped biting. He looked in the mirror; he didn't look like a gargoyle anymore. He looked like a guy who actually had his life together.
He opened a fresh tab—which felt like an act of self-betrayal—and typed: where can i buy computer glasses?
He walked out, the mall's neon signs no longer stinging his eyes. He went back to his desk, slid on his new amber-tinted shields, and watched the cursor blink. For the first time all day, it didn't feel like a warning—it just felt like a start.