Arthur is sitting quietly at a corner table in the café, working on his laptop. He's typing furiously. This is the first time he's ever been away from his office for this long. He knows Sam is more than capable of handling everything, but some clients still prefer to deal with Arthur himself.
He's replying to several urgent emails, so he doesn't pay attention to his surroundings. He doesn't notice that at a few tables nearby, patrons are looking at him with dreamy eyes.
The staff keep glancing his way, checking in case he needs anything. Even people passing by the café spare him a look.
The staff whisper among themselves.
"Oh wow, he's so immersed in his work. Maybe he's an author of a fantasy love story."
Another whispers, "He's really good-looking. I wonder if he has a girlfriend."
Arthur is oblivious to all of it. He's too focused on his work.
The door to the café opens again, and for some reason, Arthur looks up.
