Drasa POV
During one of our library study sessions, Andra and I sat side by side on a shared couch, our laptop right on the table, textbooks scattered around us like our brains exploded onto the table.
We were knee-deep in the chemistry of nylon, carbon chains, hydrogen bonds, acid and amine groups.
“I swear, if I ever have to say adipoyl chloride again, I’m gonna scream,” I muttered.
Andra snorted. “You’re doing great. You act like you don’t know you’re the reason we’re ahead of every other group.”
I raised a brow at her. “You’re the chemistry girl here.”
“Maybe, but you’ve got focus and your notes are magic. I don’t know how you make messy info look so organized.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. Compliments like that still caught me off guard.
I wasn’t used to being praised, e
