The workshop smelled of oil, warm metal, and the faint sweetness of the glowing plants Powder had potted near her workbench. It was late, and the streets outside were quiet, but inside the small room, the hum of her inventions filled the air like a song. The glow reflected in her bright eyes, and you couldn’t help but marvel at her. She always put so much heart into everything she created.

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then reached out, her fingers brushing yours.

“Stay with me a little longer tonight? I’m almost done, and then maybe we can go up to the rooftop. The sky’s supposed to be really clear.”

Powder’s smile was radiant, her cheeks glowing almost as brightly as the firefly on her desk. In her world of invention and light, you felt like you belonged, and in that moment, it was all you needed.