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Arthur angrily strode down the street, and headed for the nearest coffee shop. As he pushed the door open, he scowled.

Not having his keys was annoying. He wanted to get in, arrange for his stuff to be transferred in, and start feeling as though he lived there. He rubbed his forehead as he walked to the counter. Swallowing, he smiled tightly at the barista.

"May I help you?"

"Can I get an Americano. Black, please."

She nodded, slightly taken aback by his curtness. "Of course."

Arthur walked to the end of the counter. Waited. After a couple of minutes, a paper cup was pushed towards his hand. Sighing, he picked it up, and headed to a table. Reaching inside his pocket, he fished out his cellphone, and scrolled through his contact list.

After another couple of minutes, he found the number he needed.

"Um, hello, Cobb? I have a...situation."

Ariadne stepped out of the shower, and grabbed her towel. She was still slightly rattled by her new neighbour, and not sure whether to continue brooding, or simply dismiss it. Sighing, she decided that even though he would be living next door to her, and was clearly miserable and humourless, she had to be polite.

She wrapped herself in her robe, and headed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she pulled out vegetables, and some cold chicken. Smiling, she started to make herself a salad. With juice.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Sighing, she looked at it. Robert. Biting her lip, she decided to ignore it.

"Arthur!" Cobb opened the door, to a slightly bedraggled Arthur. He'd been caught in the rain. "What happened?"

"Locked out. Rental agency didn't hand over the right keys." He removed his wet trench coat, as Cobb hung it up for him. Suddenly, Mal, Cobb's wife, appeared. She shook her head.

"Arthur...look at you!"

"I know, I'm wet!" Frowning, she threw him a towel, leaving him to dry his hair. Cobb led him into the lounge. He sat down, smiling as their two young children hugged his legs.

"Arthur. You need food."

He sighed. Mal never missed an opportunity to try and feed him. "I guess I do."

Cobb smiled good naturedly. "Let her. She enjoys it."

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "I'll remind you of that comment when neither of us can fit through a door." Cobb grinned, and shook his head. Sighing, Arthur leaned back. "Oh, God. No keys, no flat, and I was rude to my next door neighbour."

"Oh?"

"Yes." He sighed again.

"Don't worry about it. You started that new job yet?"

"My new legal post? No. Tomorrow."

"OK. Remind me, what's the company again?"

"FischerMorrow."

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