Ever since gaining the superior position over his own team, and being assigned to almost every private security event with Astrid Iver, Jeremie found himself having less and less time to himself. The significant raise in wage was certainly a bonus, but what use was it when he couldn't have the time off or enjoy using it? Even this pub wasn't nearly as enticing as he wanted it to be; he would have much rather been in a quaint cafe in Paris. But alas, he could not risk being so far away in case Astrid urgently needed him.
It had happened before.
After working four late - and long - shifts in a row, Jeremie was utterly shattered. He used his spoon to stir his coffee, the murmuring of other pub visitors drifting in the background as he slowly began to feel his eyelids droop. He snapped his head up in surprise on one occasion, but it was only mere moments later that they felt heavy again, head nodding down.
As he dropped further, his nose landed right into the steaming cup of coffee on the counter, and he shot up in shock, gasping and slapping a hand over his scolding nose.
"Merde!" He groaned, accent thick. It only stung for a moment before he looked around for a napkin to wipe his face. He really needed a pepper-up potion, nevermind the coffee.