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Started February 22, 2018 by shurikenwolfbadass_13

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(Ok, I got someone.) "Excuse me, are you alright?" There was a man in a suit sitting on a bench nearby. He gave you a concerned smile.

Nathan jumped to his feet, scowling. "Yeah, fine." he collapsed on the bench next to the man, examining the damage.

"Good." The man nodded. "A lovely evening, isn't it?" You noticed that, unlike most businessmen, he's not carrying a briefcase or paper. Just sitting there.

"Oh yeah, gorgeous," Nathan muttered. He looked over at the man. "Why are you just sitting out here in the middle of the night?"

He blinked. "Me? Oh, no reason. I just thought I'd get a breath of fresh air. My office is right up there, by the way." He pointed across the street at a sleek high-rise building, which you could have sworn wasn't there before. "And you? I trust you're not in trouble?"

Nathan snickered. "Trouble isn't exactly the word." he told the man.

The man tilts his head. "No? Do tell."

Nathan sighed and rubbed his face. "It's a long and complicated story I don't really feel like going into." he sighed.

The man looked disappointed. "That's fair," he agreed. "Can I at least ask your name? Mine is Lonan Blake. I run an investment company."

"Nathan Seyrès. I'm studying literature."

"Interesting! What kind of literature? Historical, linguistic, fictional, scholarly?"

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I understand I'm just a stranger. Forgive my nosiness."

Nathan lifted his face out of his hands and looked over at Lonan suspiciously. It had been a long enough time since someone had asked questions him out of curiosity that he had forgotten what it was like. "Uh, fiction. Anglosaxon fiction."

"Oh, really?" He beams. "Fascinating! I loved the Anglo-Saxons, such a unique, inventive, culture. So, is that a job of yours, or a hobby? Not many people study them these days."

Nathan smiled hesitantly and nodded. "It's a hobby." he clarified. "One I'm hoping to turn into a job. Currently I'm waiting tables." Nathan said, conveniently skipping over the job his father had wanted for him.

"Lovely. So, are you new to this city, or have you been here a while? I set this office up a month ago, and I have been hugely enjoying myself here."

"Born and raised." Nathan lied. He had gotten used to it, really, and could now make up a smooth and convincing lie on the spot.

"Then you must know quite a bit about the city!" He leaned back comfortably. "Tell me, are there any good cafes around here? I've been in dire need of a relaxing work space ever since I arrived. "

Nathan looked away. "There's the Coffee Bean just around the corner, they make the best lattes; and a Costa a few streets down where the food is incredible; and a dingy little spot near my place, the Palm, their coffee is strong as it gets, and the baristas are great."

"Excellent! I am thoroughly in your debt. Do let me know if you would like my help finding you a more pleasant job, I'm sure we could find you something."

"Thank you for the proposal, I'll keep it in mind." Nathan assured, his smile slipping away.

"I'm sorry, have I sad something wrong?" He frowned quizzically.

"Oh no, quite the contrary. I was thinking of something else."

"Ah. Good." He patted his pockets and stood up. "Well, it was wonderful talking with you, but it seems I must return to work now. Good evening, thank-you for the conversation!" (I think my character has literally said and done all he can now, sorry lol)