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At first, the camera focuses tightly on the man’s face, his wild, spiky blond hair catching the light as he sits forward in his black leather chair, a tiny succulent plant nestled in the background. The man’s eyes, a hazel color, narrow as he recounts his slightly disastrous coding session, his fingers delicately touching his chin, a slight blush starting to bloom on his cheek as he whispers, “Soo, yesterday we pushed some code to production, and…” as the camera subtly tracks his hand as it drifts towards his eyebrow, the fine strands of his hair that fall across his face. He pauses, the uncertainty of his memory flickering across his face, a slight nervousness in his expression as he remembers the chaos, his fingers then instinctively drawing back, revealing a hint of a smile as he continues, "and it took down the database… within minutes!," his eyes squinting slightly as he laughs softly at the memory, the sound of his voice a little hesitant as he follows up with “We’ll ask someone to fix it!” and the camera gently pulls back to reveal the classic, tousled features of the European handsome one-night-stand.