Mika didn't waste a second. If Charlotte was calling in this state, then every heartbeat mattered. He ducked low under his desk, shielding himself from view, and thumbed the green icon.
"Charlotte, how many times have I told you not to call me in class? Just message me unless—"
He never finished.
"Mika! Mika, help me!" Charlotte's voice cracked, high with desperation. "Help us, the whole building's going to explode! You have to come now!"
The words hit him like a bolt of lightning. His pulse spiked, eyes widening as he pressed the phone tighter to his ear.
"What? What do you mean explode? Speak clearly, Charlotte!"
Her words tumbled out in a rush, near incoherent with panic.
"The thing is...the girls and I were finishing adjustments on the Dream Drifter for the exhibition, just small tweaks! But the machine started making these noises, horrible grinding and whirring, and then it overheated!"
