<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Soldier__handsome_by_shuangwen-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Arthur McGuire<br/>19<br/><br/>Arthur was dreading the book signing. Sure he had written a novel. Sure he had published said novel. Sure said novel had become famous and thus him. Unsure was he about public appearances. Even months later he still was not too sure about this. He was a bit of a recluse. Prefering his solitude and peace of mind. Though here he was getting ready for a book signing. He brushed out his shoulder length black hair and headed down the stairs of his two story house. He had bought this house with money he had saved up since he was a young teenager to get. He smiled and buttoned the last of his buttons on the button up shirt. He headed into the living room and threw on his shoes. Tie thrown across his shoulders waiting to be tied. Why did his agent tell him he needed to dress up? He felt strange dressed up in such a manor. It felt unnatural. He slipped into his shoes and did up his tie. Then grabbing his over jacket slid into it. Heading to his car and drove to the location. Walking in and looked around. Going towards the table. His picture looked identical to how he looked on the back of the book. He ran a hand through his hair. SItting down at the table. He was still very early. He noticed the red hair woman and blinked. SHe was down right sexy. Who was she? What was she doing here?