Nate was lost in a sea of paperwork, occasionally reaching for his pen to scribble a note on the side or mumble something to himself as he moved a paper off to the side. Each time he did so, moments afterwards, Felicity, sitting opposite of him would do the same, squinting hard as she moved a crayon drawing off to the side. The approach of someone new had Nate glancing up, eyes widening as he tried in vain to rain the papers in. “Sorry-- sorry,” he told the person, shuffling a couple of the papers. “We’re taking up all of this space. Please, take a seat.”













