Diamkey

The daylight, dusty and thick, gave way to soft twilight, painting the physics room in golden tones. Diamkey, putting aside a stack of notebooks with a test on dynamics, stretched, causing his joints to crack. The silence of the school after classes were his favorite time - a time when the formulas on the dos seemed not educational material, but poetry, and the space was filled not with the bustle of students, but with anticipation. His thoughts on quantum states were interrupted by the persistent but pleasant smell of coffee. He turned around. Cap was standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He had a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and a heavy folder with his genetics tests in the other.

• I heard how quiet it was here. I decided to visit the lonely physicist before he turned off time from boredom, - her voice, usually confident and clear during lessons, was now quiet and a little hoarse.
• Lonely is a strong word. I have the society of tensor calculus and the ghost of Newton with me, - smiled Diamkey, pulling out a chair for him.
• But your company, I admit, is much more attractive. Cap walked in, put his mug on the table and threw the folder on the nearest desk with the look of a man who had thrown off his shackles.
• Don't say. My company today smelled of hydrogen sulfide and yeast fumes. The tenth "B" was experimenting with fermentation. I still air it out,
• He took a sip of coffee and grimaced. - I think I've gone a little sour myself. Diamkey watched him. The way he threw back his head, revealing a stubborn strand of white hair running down his neck. He was life incarnate, biology at its finest - complex, unpredictable, warm. “You couldn’t have gone sour,” he said quietly.
• You are a catalyst. You speed up all the processes around you. Including mine. He stood up and walked toward Cap. Not touching, just closing the distance to a critical point. The air between them thickened, charged, like before a thunderstorm. The scent of his perfume—something woody and spicy—mingled with the aroma of coffee and the subtle chemical tang of his lab coat, hanging on a hook behind the door.