Tristan in the mailroom, Wednesday afternoon OTA/MW
Tristan hadn't been able to go out last night for his birthday. No, he wasn't going to have a night off to go celebrate until the weekend. One of the downfalls of being a grown up he supposed. It had been two days since he'd gotten his mail. Sliding the key in the lock and opening the door reminded him he should check it daily.
The contents were packed neatly enough, though as he pulled the magazines out some of the smaller envelopes fell on the floor. Including an oddly sized pale purple one. He shook his head and reached down to pick it up muttering to himself. "Why does she have to send these stupidly purple envelopes?"