𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 | 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑦

BROOK

I just sat with goggles, gowns, and protective gloves, on the stool that was at the metal table. I mixed substances that I use as a test. It's not particularly special, but in science, there is no word like unimportant. Everything helps in some way.

Secretly and outside of work, I watch Logan's game on my phone, which I was able to support horizontally through the full water bottle. He told me that he has another game today. Unfortunately, I couldn't come, which is why I support him out of the sign of his eyes.

I squeezed three very small and careful drops into the test tube as I put the dropper back into the tube to the side. It got exciting in the quiet moment. Logan had the puck, I couldn't really watch the game with audio to make sure who precisely had the puck, but I recognized him directly by the number 21 on his back.

He played it to a player, and he shot it full force into the opponent's goal. I got up from the stool and was glad about it, but the door opened at exactly the wrong moment. I put my arms down again, fast but still secretly trying to put the phone in my lab coat.

It was Mr. McCann checking on me, as he has been for the past few days. The last few days, he's been doing this more times a day. In the beginning, there were just some employees, Mr. McCann said I should just devote myself to one thing. My next research will change a lot, with hope.

I smiled at him and sat back down to make it look like I was doing something the whole time. Mr. McCann takes a quick look around. His hands were in his pockets as he wore his glasses on his nose. I kept an eye on him out of the corner of my eye, as he got behind my shoulder. "Looks like you're doing fine." I peered through the magnifying glass, so I could get a closer look at the liquid as I jotted everything down on the sheet of paper.

"Oh well. The tests are not going so well. But I'll keep at it." Mr. McCann has also seemed very stiff for a while. He rarely gives me smiles anymore and when he does, it's the ones with the typical... I only smiled because you work here, and we need you, I've had that before, but never again.

"If so. Come with me." I was confused, why Mister McCann would want me to go since he never really asked me to interrupt my research, but it seems he has a lot to talk about or something important happened.

I took off my glasses and gloves. I put my phone in my pocket and presently went to follow the man. We walked down the aisle together. My legs were only a bit exhausted after something like this way, but I could stand it. Mr. McCann made me feel like he was driven to his office, instead, I recognized the small writing on the tablet. Storage A-T.

I just didn't understand the classification system. Everyone has it differently. Mr. McCann opened the door in front of me. The room was dirty, I think one of the dirtiest I've ever seen. It was so messy that I could hardly see anything, everything was chaos here. The tables, which I could only see through the legs, were full on the surface. Cardboard boxes with notes, but also simple bottles with liquids, normal test tubes, and utensils.