Chapter Two

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{Urgh. That awkward moment when you added something to the story in your head but realize you never added it to your Wattpad version of said story and are just way too lazy to go back and add it in... Urgh. Also, forgive me if my writing is a little off throughout this story. This is my first time trying to write from the point of view of a narrator, not a character... Again, apologies.}


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"Here is the key to your lab," Cassandra concluded, handing Varian a ring with a single key on it, "don't lose it. If you have any questions whatsoever, don't hesitate to find a staff member."


The teenage boy just nodded, taking the key ring, gingerly tucking it into his pocket.


Cass turned to go, but he stopped her.


"Cassie..."


She turned around to face him again, slightly irritated, "what is it, kid?"


He reached up to scratch the back side of his head, a nervous tic he'd developed, "um... I, um, I had a good time with you today, Cassie."


She smiled. Sure, his inventions were becoming better and better (not to mention way cooler, too), but Varian would always be the same old Varian she had come to know.


"I had a good time with you today, too, kid," she said, playfully messing up his hair, "hey, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"


"Looking forward to it."


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Needless to say, Cassandra did NOT show up the next day. Or the day after that.


But no distractions could be permitted, not in Varian's line of work.


So he shoved all thoughts of Cassie out of his mind and focused.


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Later that week, there was a knock at the door to Varian's lab.


He opened the door and was actually somewhat surprised to find Cassandra standing on the other side, holding two paper bags- lunches.


"Hey. May I come in?" she paused, "I brought lunch."


He smiled ear-to-ear, which still looked rather goofy on his face, causing Cassandra to smile and laugh.


"Yeah, yeah," he said, opening the door wider, "come on in. Take a seat."


He went to wash his hands and face free of any chemicals and joined her at the writing desk situated in the far left of the room.


He dug in immediately, happy for the food and the company.

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