Michaela
The soft beat of the music coming from the radio fills the lab and I hum along to the melody as I grate some willow bark into a container.
The door swings open and Owen walks in, his face lighting up when he sees me. Which feels silly when I was here when he left, but that"s not the point. Every time he looks at me like that, it makes my heart skip a beat.
He heads over to me and kisses me on the cheek. "How are you getting on?"
"Almost done," I say. "This is the grated bark, then there"s some fresh aloe vera in that pot, and some crushed cloves on the shelf. You should have everything you need to get started."
"Great. Thanks." He grabs a lab coat and goggles, readying himself for another attempt at an experimental potion that will help combat his lactose intolerance. I"m not
