As usual, Tosh arrived at the Hub early. She knew she didn’t have to, but she was always eager to continue with whatever she was working on. If Jack didn’t send her home every evening and make her take an occasional day off, she’d probably never leave.
Today was special though. Sitting down, she arranged her purchases on her workstation: a potted orchid, a vanilla latté and a cream cake. It was self-indulgent, yes, but she was celebrating. Even if no one else remembered, it didn’t matter. Twelve months at Torchwood, an unexpected year of freedom. It was worth commemorating.