It was business as usual at the office for William. Tapping the telegraph key as he relayed a message to its original destination - or another relay station -, translating messages into morse code so they would be able to able to send them... Some days, he'd lie back in his chair, thinking if he chose the wrong job. He had to admit that he would get bored from the long shifts just doing nothing but sitting and pressing the damn key all day, but he always recalled that it was his job what brought him the best days of his life, so, in the end, he never regretted his choice.<br/><br/>"Another night at the bars, William?" A voice said behind him just after he finished translating and sending a telegram.<br/><br/>"I was good this time... kind of. Just went for some coffee." William said as he turned around, recognizing the voice immediately. Behind him was one of his co-workers - and one of the few people who William actually considered a friend -, Antoine Mallet. He was actually the one that helped William get his current job, as they discussed the topic after a few evenings of carousal at the same bar.<br/><br/>Antoine let out a chuckle before pointing out William's cut and bruises that were exposed. "Right, because you always show up like that when you don't drink... So, what happened?"<br/><br/>"It was nothing, really, just a small fight with some troublemakers," William said dismissively while shrugging. Antoine dropped the topic, as he knew William to a reasonable degree, so he knew that stuff like that wasn't really a big deal for the Englishman.<br/><br/>He kept talking with Antoine and other co-workers from time to time during the rest of the shift. Most of them completely ignoring the clearly visible marks that the brawl left on him as they knew it would be pointless to talk about it, it was a common sight, so they got used to it after some time. It was a nice change from the first times he appeared like that, at first they always came to him worried about his state before backing away when they realised it was from fighting, or at least most of the time it was for that reason.<br/><br/>By the time his lunch break came, William decided to use the opportunity to visit Henri's shop, hoping to pay what he owed and to make sure the man was alright. He felt sorry for what happened, even if his involvement actually managed to help to protect the place and his owner, but he didn't want that the men would go back to Henri's looking for payback and causing more trouble. He made sure he had everything with him before straightening his coat and venturing out into the streets of Paris.