Guess Jack Frost wasn't having it. Thankfully it wasn't cold enough to harm the computers, it was however cold enough to warrant a blanket.
So that was how Reese found me. Sitting at the desk, two blankets overlapping on both my shoulders and lap. Earlier in the morning I had made myself tea, but it had been forgotten and was now freezing and unenjoyable at the moment.
His amused chuckled brought me out of my research, and I looked at him, about to make a snide remark about sneaking up on me. Then I saw what he was holding. A tiny potted tree.
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Finch & Reese in the library |
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The tiny tree Reese brings in |
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