Owen
I go through the motions of making a potion I"ve done hundreds of times, but for some reason, I just can"t focus. Everything I do reminds me that I"m alone in the lab on a Saturday, which hasn"t been a problem before. I have no idea why it is now.
No. That"s not true.
I know exactly why it"s a problem now. I just don"t know what to do about it.
exactlyI pull out my phone, slightly disappointed to find no new messages. But that"s on me as well as Michaela. I swipe it open and pull up our chat, pausing when I realise I have no idea what I actually want to say.
A loud ringing sound pulls my attention away, and I realise it"s time to add the pickled snakeskin to my potion.
I put my phone down, intending to come back to it when I"ve had time to think about what I actually want to say
