"And finally, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton would be very displeased if you are to interrupt them. Are there any questions?"
Danny looked over his shoulder at the man following him, who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Just one. Why is it you're the one I'm following? Are you old enough to have that level of authority?"
Turning towards him with a wicked smirk, Danny drawled. "No, I've only worked with them for my whole life, learning science since a very young age. Also, they're my mother and father. Any more questions?"
Restraining himself from fidgeting with his sleeves, Andrew glared down at the ground. "Not at the moment."
"Lovely. So, let's get to it, then, hm?" Leading Andrew to a table, Danny nodded. "Alright, impress me. You have this job for a reason, after all." Andrew gave a nod before he picked up a vial with a labeled chemical in it. He began pouring it into a beaker before picking up another vial and doing the same. Danny rolled his eyes. "No, no, no. You have to be more careful than that." Placing his hands over Andrew's he gently guided them. "If you do it that recklessly, then the whole thing could go." He took his hands away, giving an Andrew another nod.
Andrew stuck his tongue out, trying to hide his growing nervousness as he repeated the process more slowly. Didn't that brat know anything about personal space? Once he finished the mixture, he proudly produced a glowing green sludge. Danny took the beaker and inspected it before giving a dazzling smile, and a nod. "Perfect."
"You did say you needed a chemist, oui?" He could have laughed at the way Danny's nose wrinkled.
Danny looked back down at his papers. "You didn't mention in your application that you were French."
Andrew gave a harmless shrug. "I didn't think it needed mentioning."
Sighing, Danny shook his head, smiling. "Well, I suppose you're right. We did need a chemist. And you're perfect for the job. Though there is one tiny little problem."
Andrew rose his eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Oh, really? And what is that?"
Danny pulled down Andrew's goggles over his glasses, adjusting them until they were on him before pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Proper lab safety. You should work on that." Without another word, he turned from the man, off towards some other project.
Andrew pressed a hand to his cheek in shock. That was… certainly unexpected. Though from what he could tell, Randall had been wrong about one thing. He had said that having a job at Fentonworks would be a bore. Now, though, it seemed things may be a little more fun, around here.
