Meet Arthur

Arthur never had a good morning. He hated mornings and he hated having to wake up at 6am everyday. 'Absolutely ridiculous' He always thought when his schedule became a topic, but when you're trying to get through your last two years of university without the help of your parents you basically take any good job you can find that will take you. So Arthur awoke every morning to head to his job at a publishing company as an assisstant. He was paid well though, he was thankful for that.

Arthur woke up with the sun coming through the curtains in his room with caused his to groan and squint his eyes. Sometimes he wished he had taken the apartment that was blocked by a building that he previously disliked because he wanted a view of the city. After the small thought Arthur looked overat his alarm clock and wondered why he had woken up before it rang. That was until he actually rubbed his eyes and got a clearer look at the thing. 7:00am. "Fuck!" He yelled as he proceeded to jump out of bed and dress quicker than a model at a fashion show. His hair was a complete mess, yet when was it not? He grabbed his phone and bag then ran out of his door and out of the apartment complex. How more cliche was this going to get? Guy running late for work running through the city of New York so that he doesn't get fired.

Arthur didn't even bother to call for a taxi, those were useless on a crowded morning like this. He manuevered through the people and was already panting.

'Really? I'm so out of shape.'

Arthur took another deep breath and ran a little faster, his lungs hurting a little from the sprint. The next thing he saw was his bag flying from his hand and a few loose papers flying out from it. "Are you kidding me?! Un-fucking-believable!" Arthur exclaimed and clenched his fists before raising his head to the person who carelessly ran into him like he wasn't even there. "Are you blind?! What the hell!" He shouted at the man. He didn't move though, just stood there with an apologetic look and also confusion as Arthur continued to scold him as he began to pick up his papers.

As Arthur got his things and shoved them back into his bag he gestured and gave a look to the man that sort of meant "What the hell is wrong with you?", still the man looked confused. "Hello? Anyone in there?" Arthur asked as he raised a hand in front of the mans face. "The least you could do is give an apology for being so careless." Arthur said with a scowl.

The man opened his mouth and began to speak, an odd tone to his voice as well. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand you at first! I'm so sorry I knocked your things onto the ground. You kinda of took me off guard when you started to shout or I atleast think you were shouting." He said. What was up with this guy? Arthur growled and held his jacket close to him and shoved past him. Sometimes he loved New York and sometimes he really freaking hated it. Did this guy think he owned the place? What the hell was wrong with him? All Arthur really cared about the rest of that day was that he made it to his office 5 minutes before his boss has arrived so he treated his day like a safe haven.