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Innocent in white, chaotic in the lab coat 🤓🧬

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Enjoy the view.

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Couldn't settle on my favorites, so you get to see them all.

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What comes easy, won’t last. What lasts, won’t come easy

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The lab smelled like antiseptic and ambition—cool, crisp, and sterile, just the way Dr. Rykers liked it.

Leandra had only been there three days, and she already knew not to breathe too loud when the woman was in the room. The doctor moved like a scalpel—sharp, clean, and absolutely not to be messed with.

Leandra didn’t mind. She respected the precision of it all. And truthfully? It made her feel powerful, being trusted in a space like this.

She was transferring samples into the centrifuge when she felt eyes on her. Again.

Eli, the too-pretty-for-his-own-good lab tech, leaned against the stainless steel counter just a few feet away, pretending to check his notes. His gloves were off, goggles still perched on his head like a careless crown, and he was definitely smirking.

“You’re getting pretty fast with that,” he said casually, nodding toward the tubes in her hands.

Leandra didn’t look up right away. “Maybe I just like being good with my hands.”

She saw the way his brow ticked upward and couldn’t stop the corner of her mouth from tugging upward.

Dr. Rykers passed through like a cloud of quiet judgment, and both of them snapped back into professionalism.

Later, as they walked to grab coffee on break, Eli bumped her shoulder lightly with his. “You going to that grad student thing tonight? The rooftop party?”

Leandra shrugged, feigning indifference. “Maybe. Depends who else is going.”

He grinned. “I’ll save you a drink.”

She didn’t say yes. But she didn’t say no either.

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Serving serotonin and side effects 💭🧠

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Out and about