Arthur looked towards the interrupter with the full intent to face the challenge. "What?"
The interrupter, a man who looked to be in his early twenties seemed to be looking through him instead of at him. "I said," the man spoke quietly, his focus still not entirely on him, "That's enough."
The son of one of the richest men in the world laughed, "Do you know who I am?"
His challenger sighed, "Yes. And I don't care." the interrupter suddenly nodded as if confirming it to himself, "I... don't care." he furrowed his brows, "I don't care."
"Right we got that." Arthur turned to his friends with a disbelieving expression, and turned back expecting the strange man to be in the same spot.
He wasn't.
Instead, he was at the bar stool from where he came from. It only took a moment of baffled confusion and creeping curiosity for Arthur to abandon his friends in favor of the stranger.
He sat next to the man, "What's your name?"
The man looked up from his drink, surprised, "Colin."
Arthur thought.
Colin drank, his motions mechanical and demeanor emotionless.
"So Colin, how long have you been in London?"
"Couple of weeks."
"Oh. Welcome to London then."
"It's not my first time here."
Arthur stopped thinking. He had an idea, a random, most likely stupid one. "Still, a couple of weeks. Do you even have a job yet?"
"No."
"Do you want one?"
Colin's hand stopped halfway to his mouth, he looked over, "Are you offering?"
Arthur nodded. Why not?
Colin looked at him for the first time, and then echoed his thoughts, "Why not?"
