Louis sent his most disgustedly French smirk toward the pile of paperwork and waved it away as he backed out of Adian’s cubicle. “Pah, it is not worth another moment!”
He was careful to check over his shoulders to make sure that his voice wasn’t echoing over the eeriely quiet department, and when the coast seemed clear he jerked his thumb toward the exit to begin their escape. It was not as if they were not allowed a lunch, but it did seem like if any sort of amusement or fun was being had, the clocks seemed to move faster and before you knew it it was time to head back to your holding cell.
Your desk, rather.
It was like a breath of fresh air the moment they’d escaped Adian’s department into the corridor towards the lift. Louis had traversed what felt like the entire ministry this morning chasing down an Ethiopian diplomat who had found himself lost, but was really just keen on danishes and was stuck waiting on the ridiculously long line at the bakery down the block. The intern didn’t think going on a wild snidget chase for lost foreigners was going to help him learn how to create peace and harmony throughout the many countries of the world, but at least he knew now that pastries might hold the key.
Louis jammed his finger into the button of the lift, urging it to come faster and not be full of equally as miserable Ministry workers. He lolled his head with a miserable expression toward Adian.
“Cafeteria or do we risk the heat of the London streets?”
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