[ there's a small card on top of Francis' desk, on which this is written: ] Please meet me at any time of your disposal for your gift, I would like to give it to you personally. With Warm Intentions, Arthur Kirkland
The moment Francis sees the card, quickly leaves his office again, searching about for Arthur. Assuming him to be in his office, it is where he heads. There’s a light feeling in his chest and a soft smile on his face. In his hands he clutches a small bag; Arthur’s gift from him, which he also planned to deliver personally.
When he arrives at Arthur’s office, he knocks softly. “Bonjour, love. You wished to see me?”