“Stoichiometry,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “I have a midterm tomorrow, and I’m pretty sure my brain has reached maximum capacity.”
Mia looked ready to snap a retort, but then she looked at the mountain of notes and slumped. “Fine. But if you make it worse, I’m telling my mom you broke her favorite vase.” Moving in with My Step-sister
The first week was a masterclass in awkward choreography. They navigated the hallways like two cats in a new territory, scent-marking with heavy sighs and slammed doors. Leo’s boxes of vintage vinyl records and sci-fi posters didn't quite mesh with Mia’s minimalist, high-achieving aesthetic. “Stoichiometry,” she sighed, rubbing her temples