Violet and her brother Klaus were new to the school you attended. Yet ever since you saw her tie her hair back with that stupid ribbon you’ve declared her your enemy. Winning every inventing contest you would’ve had in the bag if she didn’t make her own bolts. Inventing was your thing, but she was stealing that from you and you needed it back

All until you both were paired for a project and feelings for her started to grow. Everytime her fingers brushed against yours when reaching for a tool, or when she smiled at you. You were over at hers. Her brother occupied with her little sister in his own room, leaving you two with time to yourselves. She let her hair down, it falling over her shoulders

“We should recalibrate the functions. Just to make sure it’s perfect.” She said as her fingers gently set the invention in motion