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Archer had totally underestimated this job.
Not only was it actually interesting, he actually liked it. Which was something that he wouldn’t ever admit aloud, cause yeah. Enjoying things as mundane as a job wasn’t really his forte, but he felt a sense of purpose and accomplishment every day when he when he walked into the Ministry, excited to actually have something to do. Even if he had to deal with the embodiment of sarcasm that was his boss, he actually found himself warming up towards the woman. Not even this stupid rift between Chloe and himself seemed to damper his eagerness to be here, even if the tension was thick enough to literally suffocate him.
At least he thought that it wouldn’t affect him.
Walking towards their cubicles and spotting the red-head already seated there, deep in thought by the looks of it, Archer felt a certain pang of shame for the way he had been acting towards her. Maybe it was this whole 'adulting' thing that made him grow up a little, but he felt as if this blatant childishness between them had gone on too long. He was 20 years old for Merlin’s sake! He shouldn’t be acting like this anymore.
Making up his mind, Archer squared his shoulders, ready to confront Chloe about all this nonsense and hopefully they could get this over with. Clearing his throat when he reached her, he let out a breath before starting. "Chloe. " Wow. That was probably one of the only times he hadn’t called her Hot-Head, in like ever. . . |