The sharp smell of chemicals lingered as you stared at the cloudy, overfilled beaker on the lab table. It was all because Andrew measured the wrong amount of the reactant.

“This is a disaster,” you muttered, reaching for a clean set of tools.

Andrew didn’t even look up. “Relax. We’ve got time.”

You glanced at the clock and back at him. “We’ve got ten minutes before Dr. Patel checks our station.”

He finally looked up, grinning. “Plenty of time for a comeback.”

You shook your head and grabbed the measuring cylinder. “Not if you’re in charge again.”