<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>Elevator and apartment 901.<br/><b>Tag:</b>Cassie Gutierrez.<br/><b>Time:</b>Mid to late evening.<br/><br/>As she guided him back to the elevator squeezing his hand, Arthur had just eyes for her. Cassie was so beautiful, leaning lightly against him, those fleeting stares that never lasted as she always averted her eyes. The warmth of her body, the sweet peach vanishing from his lips, Arthur felt the urge to squeeze Cassie against his body, make sure she was real, that she wasn't going anywhere, but the elevator dinged once more, giving way to the corridor that lead to his apartment.<br/><br/>After a brief fumbling of keys, Arthur opened the door of his apartment for her, letting Cassie in before following. It was a very big apartment when they were three, but now that he was alone it felt a bit empty and desolate. Of course, what Arthur couldn't know was that Cassie herself had an even bigger apartment a few stories above his. The entrance gave way to an open space that was mostly a living room, although the shelves full of books could as well make it seem a library. Arthur's laptop and other stuff littered a small desk in a corner, but he guided Cassie towards the couch, a big soft piece of furniture that was facing a TV.<br/><br/>Once close to the couch, Arthur got rid of the jacket with the keys, phone and wallet, leaving it neatly on a nearby chair, ending up in just his white shirt. "Do you want something to drink or..." he wondered, returning to be near Cassie, wanting to feel her close. Arthur didn't plan for any of this to happen, nor had he a proper way to finish the sentence beyond that almost whispered "or". If Cassie's eyes were darting back and forth before, now it was time for Arthur to not know what to do with either them or his hands. Unable to settle down, wondering how much could be too much, he just approached her, waiting for an answer with his hands resting on her hips.<br/><br/>"Perhaps music..." he said, eager to fill the awkward silence. Even if he didn't want to admit it, her words on the elevator had made him feel uneasy, as if she was looking right through him. Had he been choosing to be afraid? Was he still choosing it? He thought that getting out to drink was his way out of sabotaging himself, but perhaps it was just a first step. That Cassie's words were painfully close to the ones that his daughter Alice had so many times directed at him didn't help either. They both were so young, so positive...