Owen
I check my phone to see if Michaela has messaged again, trying not to be too impatient about what time she"s going to arrive in the lab. I don"t need her to make the gorgon potion, but she"s fun to be around, and I like the idea of getting to know her better, even if she does go a little overboard when buying potion ingredients. I"ll be more specific if I need her to go out for more ginger again.
The lab door swings open and she walks in, her glasses slightly crooked and her hair tied back out of the way. She"s effortlessly gorgeous in a way that"s going to drive me crazy if I"m not careful.
"I"m sorry," she says, a little out of breath. "One of the barriers at the building entrance is broken and there"s a queue stretching back to the lake. I"m not sure why they haven"t fixed it."
