45: New Friends?

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Roan's desk was a bit intimidating but Nova pushed past that to get to work, the top of the desk was already in order, already she had to do was return a pen to its holder and it was perfect. She frowned slightly at this, opening the first drawer to find it perfectly organized; the rest of the drawers were also similar which meant that her task was completed in under one minute.

Nova stepped back, still a little confused, was Roan aware of the fact that there was practically nothing to do at his desk before he directed her to organize it?

Even if she tried to do more, it would just be her switching the current positions of the items on his desk and that wouldn't be helpful at all. So she trudged back to her desk and sat down, remembering her cooling coffee.