<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>Green Grotto.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Sarah Barkleys.<br/><br/>Dodging out the usual clientele of the wealthy and worried that did their shopping on the Green Grotto, Arthur moved through with a basket in his arm and the laptop bag hanging in the other. He was indeed belonging to the wealthy part of the population segment, but even if he also was worried, it wasn't about pesticides or transgenic food, but about his date plans for the night. Wait, was it even a date? They were going just for a few drinks, it wasn't a let me take you out for a dinner date plan, and yet... what was a date if not two people that were interested in each other going out together? But Arthur had trouble getting his age, or more correctly, Cassie's age out of his mind. He was fine being thirty eight, but getting out with a girl so young...<br/><br/>Of course, he knew that many of his colleagues and acquaintances were precisely chasing that, but the mere idea made Arthur feel tired and older, although maybe being with a younger girl would get him out of the slump. He shook his head, it was better if he didn't get any high hopes and just went without expectations. After all it would be more reasonable if he met someone his age, perhaps a divorced woman that was shopping healthy, asking her for advice with a recipe-<br/><br/>Before Arthur could start writing himself a supermarket tryst, his distracted mind didn't manage to notice the brunette bespectacled girl by the produce section eyeing out the apples, so he ended up stumbling upon her with his taller frame.<br/><br/>"Oh! I'm very sorry!" Arthur said, apologizing profusely. "Totally and completely my fault! I was completely distracted..." he said. Looking at the girl he had bumped into, Arthur noticed that it was no divorced woman of fiction, but yet another young girl. She was older than Cassie for sure, or so it seemed, but even if he had an eighteen year old daughter, Arthur just grouped her and all the twenty somethings women in a big "girl" labeled group, very out of sync middle aged man of him.