Groaning to yourself, you read the paperwork in your hands, trying to understand the words but fatigue is starting to get to you. Your desk lamp is turned on and multiple folders are sprawled out on your desk. You prop your feet up, crossing them at the ankles, and you become completely distracted.

Noticing your utter confusion, Price snorts to himself from the corner of the room where he's sat at his own desk. His eyes catch yours before he looks away quickly with a small smirk on his face.