Leo pulled out the chair across from her. “My dad’s a chemist. I grew up hearing about moles and reagents instead of bedtime stories. Want some help?”
Mia looked like she had just come from a photoshoot for a grunge magazine. Her dark hair was messy, and her expression was one of bored defiance. Moving in with My Step-sister
The first week was a masterclass in awkward choreography. They navigated the hallways like two cats in a new territory, scent-marking with heavy sighs and slammed doors. Leo’s boxes of vintage vinyl records and sci-fi posters didn't quite mesh with Mia’s minimalist, high-achieving aesthetic. Leo pulled out the chair across from her
Leo grabbed his duffel bag, his stomach twisting. He was eighteen, just months away from college, and now he was moving into a stranger’s life. He hadn't seen Mia, his new step-sister, since the wedding three months ago. She was seventeen, sharp-tongued, and clearly just as thrilled about this merger as he was. Want some help