The workshop buzzed with an electric energy, the board still alive with numbers, figures, and rough calculations.
Chalk dust hung in the air like a soft fog, illuminated by the shimmering light of crystal lamps mounted on the walls.
Nixie had just dropped her chalk crystal after an impressive performance, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across her face.
Her cheeks were flushed with pride, and her pink hair bounced lightly as she flopped back into her seat, exuding exaggerated satisfaction.
Clair was the first to break the silence, leaning forward and tapping her quill against her notebook.
"That… was impressive," she admitted reluctantly but genuinely. "I've never seen you pay attention in class long enough to put numbers together like that,yet here we are!"
Nixie's eyes lit up instantly. "Was that a compliment?" she asked, wide-eyed with surprise.
Clair smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Don't get used to it."
