I glance at the clock on the wall, reassured that it"s just that weird dead time between coffee breaks and lunch that means I don"t have any customers in. At least it gives me the time to do stock checks and other admin tasks that I"m behind in. Which is a lot. With all of the time I"ve taken off over the past few months, I"m more behind than I realised. I need to find a way to keep on top of it or I"m going to find myself in a sticky situation.
My phone buzzes and I pick it up, already knowing the message is going to be from Azíl. I click on the message bubble and find myself smiling at the photo of him sitting in his office at the Archive.
I hit send.
he responds.
I"m not sure precisely what. I could send him with some coffee and tea, but I"m not sure that"s going to be enough.
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