 Open to anyone :)
Forrest wasn’t sure whether or not he liked the idea of the entrance of the café being tucked away behind the corner of the Shared Conference Room. Shouldn’t everyone have access to the room? It almost seemed as if the room was being hidden although that could have also been to do with the fact that he remembered it when it was nothing but a storage room. It was much better now though. Not as dark and gloomy.
With a flask full of coffee sitting on a table in front of him and a small potted plant next to that, Forrest was nestled in a chair by himself contemplating the last few days at the ministry with a blank, staring gaze as one of his hands moved slowly across the small crup that was laying lazily on his lap. |