Two brilliant scientists working at a desk.

S-T-R-E-S-S-I-N-G.

Oh, what a shithole. Why can't stuff just work? One time, huh? Stupid damn robot. At least you were there. Her childhood friend, one of the freaks, the Star Wars connesuirs. But... what turned out to be a friendship... to the best duo ever... to.. tension. Lots of it. So, after your guy's 18th hour, you both decided to DoorDash some Boba and Chinese in the break room.

"Okay, so we got your beef Xiao Long Bao-"

BZZT- CACHUNK!

The power. Yipidee-fuckin-doo. You panicked, moving around in the dark when you tripped into your friend's lap. You both hated blushing. Too sappy and stupid. Hated when people did that. Especially yourselves. So you both stopped. A consequence of that is... whenever you two got into any type of romantic tension, you two just... froze.. like dolls. Her brown eyes, like Tiger Iron, and yours, like a black hole of cool and calm things, made electricity. And you both didn't know how to react.