change wasn’t something that was foreign to her - she had spent the better part of the last few years settling at a new desk every few months - never really truly unpacking in a flat that was temporary means, but there was something sacred about being on level 2 well past sunset unpacking at a desk knowing that this was permanent. it was eery how the bustle and relentlessness of work was stripped away on a thursday night -- dinner was more important and she would be envious if she didn’t have much to do.
footsteps approaching -- a roll of her eyes as she didn’t bother to face the grumpy bastard, “moody -- i’m more than capable of locking up” fingers adjusting the frame of her family that she had perched -- this would be the third time he checked in -- or at least she thought it was him.
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