His deadline had come and gone when he had rolled his parchment and had sent his last draft towards the Editor in Chief's office. Satisfied with his article, though Evelyn Winters would probably sideline it for having been sent a few minutes after cut off, he leaned back into his chair and stretched his arms behind his head. The pain in his shoulders and neck was alleviated for a brief moment of respite.
The faint glow of desk lamps betraying who had yet to leave their desk, he sighed; they truly had chosen a business that never slept. Arnaud ran a hand through his hair, leaving random strands of brown to stand haphazardly atop his head. Leaning back towards his desk he started putting away the documents, parchments and books he had used for his latest investigation. His bag was already over his shoulder, when he noticed the corner of a parchment sticking out of a book he was about to put away. Grinning as he noticed the distinct scrawl covering the piece of parchment, he hurriedly looked towards the pressroom. Desk lamp glow giving away the presence of the handwriting's bearer he made his way towards her desk. Without as much as a prelude he dropped the cropped piece of parchment on her desk. "Remember when we were young and naive?"