[ And yet, she'll be walking into an empty office! Though, it's obvious by the amount of files on his desk that William is on the clock today, he's not currently at his desk. And with the only other staple of the room, his coffee mug, missing as well, it's a safe bet on where he might be.
Was taking this precise moment to refill his mug, his attempt to further prolong the reunion with Grelle? Perhaps. But he hasn't admitted that to himself, nor will he ever, if his stubbornness has anything to say about it. This entire ordeal has put him in a sour mood since Grelle first turned in her request for leave. The matter was beyond that of a simple day off, so he had no say in its approval. And something about that seemed to bother him, though, for the death of him, he couldn't seem to figure out just what it was. Which just seemed to prolong the bad mood through the entirety of her absence.
Today, though, is the first day in a month that there's been a scheduled shift printed under her name. Seeing it there has had William subconsciously tapping his foot beneath his desk for the past few hours. And now that motion has transferred to the rhythmic drumming of his thumb against the rim of his mug while the coffee percolator softly hums. This may be the first time he's ever found himself feeling nervous. ]
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Was taking this precise moment to refill his mug, his attempt to further prolong the reunion with Grelle? Perhaps. But he hasn't admitted that to himself, nor will he ever, if his stubbornness has anything to say about it. This entire ordeal has put him in a sour mood since Grelle first turned in her request for leave. The matter was beyond that of a simple day off, so he had no say in its approval. And something about that seemed to bother him, though, for the death of him, he couldn't seem to figure out just what it was. Which just seemed to prolong the bad mood through the entirety of her absence.
Today, though, is the first day in a month that there's been a scheduled shift printed under her name. Seeing it there has had William subconsciously tapping his foot beneath his desk for the past few hours. And now that motion has transferred to the rhythmic drumming of his thumb against the rim of his mug while the coffee percolator softly hums. This may be the first time he's ever found himself feeling nervous. ]