Realistically, Arthur knows this will probably end horribly, but he also can’t help himself. The stranger from a week or so ago, who he now knew to be Francis, had requested another meeting - a first date. The Brit was a little skeptical. He had only met this man once under rather peculiar circumstances. All the same he was excited. It had been so long since anyone had taken interest in him, and it had been even longer since he went on anything that could be considered a date. So there he was, dressed in slacks and a nice button up waiting for the train to drop him off halfway across town so he could spend an hour chatting up Francis in the corner of a Tim Horton’s. Probably not the most romantic first date, but this was more about getting to know the other and less about being romantic. As of now, all he knew of Francis was his name, that he had come to Vancouver from France, and that he was twenty six years old - three years older than Arthur. It wasn’t all that much to go on, but it was all he needed to be excited. …show more content…
He really hoped that Francis did like him and wasn’t fooled by his appearance on the train. As much as he loved to be his little punk self, that wasn’t who he was on a day to day basis. It was only one facet of his personality, and he hoped that this second, more down to Earth facet was just as pleasing as the other. He fiddled with his brown messenger bag at his side. In it he could feel his papers and books tossing around. Under most circumstances he wouldn’t have brought it with him, but after this he had class and then after class he had to head to the office to turn in his hand edited copies and then receive his new articles to edit. It could be worse he supposed. His boss was kind enough to allow him to work from home most times so that he could still attend university and, despite it all, he made a decent sum of money. In all reality, he was beyond lucky. Not all employers were as