Raquel
I gripped Orion’s hand as he led me through hallways, past windowed rooms full of plants, and then into a large bright room containing one man, his curly hair a little long and messy, which made him look a bit like a mad scientist. However, instead of wearing a white coat, he wore a rubber apron.
“Hey, Ori,” he said, setting the notebook down he’d been writing in.
“Hey. This is Raquel,” he said, tugging me forward.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.
“Raquel is having a difficult time in microbiology, so I figured I’d give her a hands-on visual tutoring session.”
“My pleasure. Anything I can help with?” Chandler asked.
“How are you with Bacterial Pathogenesis?”
“I develop new and better strains of weed for a living, so that should be an indicator,” he replied.
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