2 years and 3 months later.
Elliot had a situation.
It was nothing bad, but extremely nerve-wracking. Nothing out of the ordinary but very special. Elliot couldn't help but take a deep breath every now and then, indicating that he was definitely going through something disturbing.
But who could have guess what it was?
Elliot drummed his fingers over his office desk, staring at the wall with the utmost intensity. The more he looked the more he wanted to get up from the chair. Another sigh escaped his lips and he bit down on his bottom lip.
On his desk were many things; his laptop, a stationary holder, a few folders neatly organised (for once). Recently he had decided to add a few decorative things as well. Like the little golden Eiffel tower he had brought when Nigella and Elliot
