FFM 2017 Day 17- Good Luck, Lab Assistant

  The coworker watched her fiddle with the dials and stick her tongue out, a byproduct of deep concentration.  Her ginger hair gleamed under the fluorescent lights, while her eyes seemed to glow all on their own.  Her hands looked so delicate, yet when working with the machinery, they moved without shaking, their hesitation lost.  Outside of this place, she stumbled and stuttered and stayed in her supposed place, but here?  Here, she was the epitome of a mind at work, one whom the coworker could watch for hours on end.

  Oh, frick.  I’ve fallen in love with her, haven’t I?