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The day once again started with a glaring contest. Neither wanted to be the first to budge, steely stares locked in eternal combat, awaiting the other to flinch first.
“I’m not doing it.”
Tris smirked. He’d spoken first, regardless of how arrogant his statement was. It would only be a short amount of time before he’d fold. “If that’s what makes you happy, keep thinking that.”
He shifted on the stool, steepling his fingers as he shifted his elbows on the lab bench. “Don’t women have nicer handwriting?”
Tris raised an eyebrow. The message was clear enough and Eric quickly took back his comment. He cracked under her renewed glare, taking the notebook and opening it to the latest page. “Perfect. Now we can actually get started on research,” Tris chirped, hopping from her stool to make her way over to the cabinet. Their samples weren’t going to run themselves.