( everyone working at mi6 knows the importance of coffee; the importance and the perils of it because you need steady hands to hold a gun and somewhat steady ones to type as quickly as possible, yet caffeine's practically a requirement, given the hours that they work, an the times.
eve is no stranger to coffee, though she considers it a somewhat acquired taste — she used to hate it, as a child, scrunch up her nose when her mother made a pot because she'd disliked the smell even then. these days, she drinks it regularly and doesn't mind either the smell or the taste of it, out of necessity.
so most days start with coffee, and coffee is a constant throughout. most days do not end like this: a bottle of wine open beside her and london stretching out below while eve sits on the roof top and remembers that sometimes, she deserves to take a minute or to just to breathe. in this case, m himself had given her the bottle and sent her away.
instead of going home, she'd found a glass and a blanket and taken her well-deserved break up on the roof that she'd found bond on, once. )
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eve is no stranger to coffee, though she considers it a somewhat acquired taste — she used to hate it, as a child, scrunch up her nose when her mother made a pot because she'd disliked the smell even then. these days, she drinks it regularly and doesn't mind either the smell or the taste of it, out of necessity.
so most days start with coffee, and coffee is a constant throughout. most days do not end like this: a bottle of wine open beside her and london stretching out below while eve sits on the roof top and remembers that sometimes, she deserves to take a minute or to just to breathe. in this case, m himself had given her the bottle and sent her away.
instead of going home, she'd found a glass and a blanket and taken her well-deserved break up on the roof that she'd found bond on, once. )