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Checking his watch for the third time in under a minute, Tomasz made his way into the caved-in passage. He still had some time for his break and all he really wanted to do was take a short nap and have a little bit of study time before having to return to his post. He enjoyed the days where he was positioned in the Atrium because it meant he could interact with people, but there was only so much interaction with strangers that he could handle before his limit was reached.
It also did not help that he hadn't been able to get one night of proper rest for the past couple of months. Unfortunately, there was no way to resolve this as he couldn't pinpoint the reason behind his poor quality sleep and coffee was not to his taste (which he only recently discovered). All of this to say that rest was necessary, but difficult to find.
The rest-pods were always occupied when he tried to use them, though it didn't matter very much as he felt it shameful to use them whilst wearing his security uniform. Though Simon had never said anything about it, Tomasz felt it may be in poor taste and he very much needed to keep this job. He was hoping to move up in rank eventually. Fortunately, he had discovered this little nook one of his first weeks on the job and whenever he needed to rest for a moment or two he always snuck his way over. There was a strange yellow chair (that look far more like a banana) that he had taken a liking to, and that's the chair he made his way to now.
Setting the book he had been carrying (an apparition exam guide) down on the table in front of him, he leaned his head back and let his body go limp. Despite keeping his eyes open, Tomasz hoped that if he stared at the ceiling for long enough, he would manage to fall asleep. For only five minutes, then he would take some time to study.
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