<b><a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=84757&amp;pid=2043307#pid2043307">Arthur Connington</a></b><br/><b>Location:</b>The GPC: Bistro 121.<br/><b>Tag:</b>"Cassie Gutierrez"<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Arthur's worries flared for a moment when Cassie sat down besides him, and yet promptly vanished when she started talking. She didn't seem angry or disgusted, so the clueless man calmed down soon enough. "Yes, of course" Arthur answered to the seeing again proposal, for a moment ready to come to the Bistro 121 every morning if he had to, even if he wasn't completely sure why. Perhaps it was the friendly touch on his arm, a gentle caress that he didn't know how much was missed until that moment. Perhaps his daughter was right and he had to move on, but thinking of her made him aware of how young that woman looked. "Some nights... tonight?" he asked, as Arthur thought that he could as well pass by the bar at night, since he lived so close it wouldn't be much of a hassle and it was mostly a casual affair.<br/><br/>Seeing that she was eager to leave, something understandable after the work shift was over, Arthur backed a bit, letting her go even if his mind screamed that he was missing something, forgetting something. "Ah! I didn't pay the check, but more importantly didn't give you a tip for all the hard work!" he finally noticed, fumbling around for his wallet, fishing well enough to pay for the coffee and the sweet treat, adding an extra twenty to compensate for his clumsiness. "I won't keep you busy anymore" Arthur said, leaving the money on the table, closing his laptop and putting it in the suitcase. "After all I was supposed to shop for groceries" he confessed.<br/><br/>Arthur has never felt clumsier in his life, it was like he was a teenager again wondering how to ask someone to prom. One of the things that had made their marriage work, was how natural, how easy it felt for them to be with one another. Now, being in the market again so to speak, there was a whole galaxy of social clues, of manners and gestures, of innuendo and half spoken truths that not only he wasn't adept at, but also any reference he may had was outdated by a couple of decades. Perhaps he could be like one of the determined, no holds barred, honest to a fault male characters, the ones that not only knew what they wanted, but also how to take it. And what did Arthur Connington want? If only he knew.