It was during our last class of the day when Jia suddenly whipped her head around so fast I almost flinched.
“What’s with the long face?” I asked, dropping my bag beside my desk.
She leaned closer, eyes darting over me like she was inspecting for injuries. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, right?”
I shrugged, letting the damp fabric of my shirt shift. “It’s just water.”
Not entirely true, but close enough.
Honestly, I felt fine. Maybe even… accomplished. The weird rush was similar to acing a brutal exam I hadn’t studied for. I’d do it again if it meant actually doing something useful. Next time, though, I’d prefer not to get hit with soup straight from the stove. Today’s had been lukewarm. If they had been faster, I might have been nursing burns instead of pride.
“You knew that was goi
