You turned to see a man sitting next to you. He had mussy, dirty blonde hair, gleaming green eyes, and the thickest eyebrows you had ever seen! The man dawned a navy blue business suit, accompanied by black loafers and a leather briefcase. He too, turned, and caught you staring.
"May I help you [sir/miss]?" His words brought you back to reality, and your reply followed suit.
"Heheh... my apologies, I was just... admiring your sophisticated appearance. You look quite charming if I do say so myself." You flashed him your kindest smile, your (e/c) orbs boring into his own emeralds.
"Really? That's awfully kind of you... err..."
"(f/n)(l/n)" you finished for him.
"Ah, thank you (y/n). I'm Arthur Kirkland, pleasure to make your acquaintance." Arthur replies, flashing a grin of his own.
"So, (y/n), what exactly are you waiting for?"
"Oh, I was going to catch the 8:30 bus to my meeting t 9:00, bu-"
"But you're almost an hour early!" Arthur exclaims.
"Yeah, I was just getting to that part, actually..." You shyly reply. Arthur settles down and composes himself once more before replying.
"Apologies, (y/n)..." He straightens his tie, and chuckles awkwardly.
"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Anyhow, I forgot to set the clocks back for daylight savings time... And uhh... yeah..." You finish with a small giggle.
"Aw, you poor [dear/man], you must have been awfully lonely for a while there" Arthur almost whispers, a look of concern on his face.
"Yeah, I guess so, but not anymore, since you're here with me, Arthur!" Arthur snapped straight. He was so flattered bu your words he blushed a red that would put a certain Spaniard's tomatoes to shame.
"Really, (y/n), n-no need to f-flatter..." He clears his throat before continuing. "I'm not really all that special." You cocked your head at his reply.
"Well your awfully interesting!" you reply, a light pink now dusting your cheeks as well. Arthur didn't reply.1 minute passed. 5 minutes. 10 minutes or silence.
"Hey Arthur?" You ask, staring straight ahead.
"Yes (y/n)?"
"What about you? What are you waiting for?"
"I'm waiting for a friend of mine t-"
"Hey Artie!" The two of you turn to where the voice came from. You see a man in a suit identical to Arthur's, but this man had light brown hair, sky blue eyes and wore glasses. Arthur turned back to you, pointing at the quickly approaching man.
"Well... (y/n), that's what I was waiting for. he sighed. "That's Alfred Jones, a fairly good friend of mine, as well as an idiotic git. We're also on our way to a meeting. Arthur finished as Alfred approached.
"Hey dude!" Alfred practically shouted into Arthur's ear, before noticing you. "Who's your buddy? He added, pointing to you.
"I'm (f/n)(l-" you began.
"Okay, yeah yeah whatever, well Artie, we gotta go or we'll miss the meeting!" Alfred exclaimed, grabbing Arthur's wrist and dragging him away.
"We're already late, you bloody git!" Arthur snapped. He then turned around to you and called out.
"Goodbye (y/n)! Same time tomorrow alright?)
"Sure!" You called back. Tomorrow wouldn't come fast enough.