ebonyfeather

primeval100

Caffeine

“Connor, where are you?”

Connor tried to balance his mobile between his ear and his shoulder as he hurried down the corridor.

“I’m almost there,” he told Abby.

When he reached the control room he found Lester pacing around, snapping at people.

“Here you go,” he said, setting a steaming mug on the desk next to Lester. The older man looked surprised but took it and retreated to his office, much to everyone’s relief.

Lester was a nightmare if he didn’t get his coffee in the mornings; he was going to make sure they never ran out at home again.