When I returned to Paris, returned to my old life, everyday was the same. Seconds turned to minuets, minuets turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Real life wasn't enough for me anymore, and I drummed Arthur's harsh words into my head every night, 'Normal life? 'Normal life' is reality'. Thinking of Arthur didn't affect me like I expected it too, I didn't pine for him, and I barely missed his absence at all. Perhaps it was because I left on such a sour note, he didn't even call to see if I got home alright, a gentleman such as himself would have called, but the gentleman act he performs is all false because that's all it is. An act. He may wear his suits immaculately, and sleek his hair back perfectly but it was all to create an illusion, and he fooled everyone.

I sighed to myself and took a gulp from my coffee. Sitting alone in this cafe had become a little routine for me, it was nothing special just a few seats in a small building. A familiar face entered through the glass door and smiled at me, I returned his smile as he took a seat next to me.

"So this is where you spend your free time." Daniel laughed, he was a tall blonde English guy on my course at collage, and he had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen.

"Ah, the game is up. Now I'll have to find somewhere else to hang around," I giggled back,

"So what are you doing here?" he asked glancing around.

"I love this little place, come here all the time,"

"Me too, funny how I've never seen you here before."

"That is funny,"

"Can I get you anything?" he asked before standing up to order something. I help up my coffee,

"I'm set." Daniel was someone who I was close to before the Fisher job; he had been my best friend. I didn't spend much of my time with him anymore.

He returned and set his coffee down on the table and leaned back in his chair, something that reminded me off Arthur.

"So have you caught up with the work you've missed yet?" He asked fingering his cup.

"Yeah, it didn't take me that long actually."

"That's just because you're amazing at architecture," he smiled.

"Thank you," I blushed stupidly "I've seen your work, it's pretty amazing."

"Thanks, I've been offered a job in Rome."

"Wow, that's great! Are you taking it?"

"I'm currently undecided." He smiled, and took a deep breath.

I spent about the next hour talking with Daniel, reminiscing over old times and talking about the future, his not mine. I invited him to my apartment and we picked up a Chinese and a bottle of wine on the way, I laughed until my cheeks hurt and tears splashed down my face with him over the continuous jokes he made. I stumbled to my apartment knackered from all laughing and flicked on the lights to a messy apartment.

"Oh, sorry about the mess." I laughed, kicking an item of clothing out of my way. Daniel rolled his eyes,

"Ariadne, I think I'm used to the mess of your apartment." He put down the bag containing the takeaway and found himself a seat on the sofa. He sighed and relaxed.

"Make yourself at home," I raised my eyebrows.

"Will do," he smiled smugly and grabbed a carton from the bag and started eating. I shrugged off my coat and joined him on the sofa; I pulled out my carton from the bag and started munching on it. I noticed Daniel peering over at mine so I pulled it away and stuck my tongue out at him, he smirked and leaned closer.

"Let me have a bit." He whined trying to stick his chopstick in my carton.

"Fuck off, you have your own." I slapped his hand away and covered the top with my hand.

"Ariadne, please don't make me pry it from your hand." His face turned serious with a hint of humour.

"Try me," I bluffed.

Daniel smiled evilly and dove for my carton; I pulled it away sharply with a loud exhale of air and smiled smugly as his disappointed eyes met mine, he growled. The second time he lunged his whole body at me so I was forced back onto the sofa, hanging my hand over the edge that was fiercely gripping the carton of Chinese. He pinned my other arm down and reached for my hand holding the wanted possession, I wriggled my whole body so that his fell between my legs, he huffed and strained his long body out and grabbed the arm that was holding the carton, he shook my arm and I felt my grip on the carton slipping. His other hand joined in so my arm was the only thing holding him up, I felt the paper texture slipping further and further down until just my finger tips were grasping the edge, I squealed as it slipped completely from my grasp, and Daniels body fell completely on mine with a huff. He heaved himself onto his shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry," he whispered, it was all that the close proximity required. His face was very close to mine, his eyes gazed into mine shining brightly, his hair was falling messily into his eyes, without thinking I brushed his hair away. His head slowly came down to mine and my eyes closed just as his lips touched mine.

At first the kiss was sweet and gentle, but it soon turned to raw hunger. My hands entwined in his hair and pulled his body as close to mine as possible, as his hands roamed down my curves and pushed up my shirt, busting off the bottom button. His tongue dulled with mine and tasted my swollen lips; it sent tingling sensations through my body. My hands roamed under Arthurs jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, I could tell that he wasn't wearing his usual suit as what I was feeling was leather. My hands returned back to Arthur's hair, I was surprised to find that it wasn't gelled back nor had any remains of gel in it. I pulled my hands away and opened my eyes. Who I saw wasn't Arthur. My hands forcefully pushed his chest and he was thrown backwards.

"Get out!" I shouted,

"What?" he asked shocked, rejection heavy in his voice.

"Just get out!" I stood with my eyes closed and pointed to the door.

"I'm sorry Ariadne," he whispered. A few seconds later I heard the door close. I let out a deep breath and sunk to the floor, my hands gripping my hair and scrunching my eyes closed. I look a huge gasp and tears streamed from my eyes. I held my knees to my chest and let my tears stain my jeans, my body was telling me to scream but I ignored it and tried to control the noises escaping me at that point already. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself and reached for my bishop, I placed it in the table and watched it topple over, I repeated this several times.

At last I did the thing that my heart was screaming for me to do; I rubbed my wet cheeks and pulled out my mobile. My shaky hands dialled a specific number what my fingers weren't attuned to typing; I put the phone to my ear and took another deep breath. The phone rang five times before they answered.

"Hello?" a voice asked. I remained silent for a while listening to his steady breathing.

Surprised at the calmness off my own voice, I spoke for the first time, "Arthur, I need to talk with you."