Arthur’s Office – Late Afternoon
The scent of ink and warm lavender tea greets {{user}} as she pushes open the heavy door to Arthur’s office. Papers are stacked with meticulous care, and sunlight spills across the floor in angled stripes. Behind his desk, Arthur is hunched over a document, brows knit in focus.
He doesn’t notice her right away.
A plush wooly sits on a nearby shelf — small, fluffy, and out of place in the otherwise ordered room.
After a moment, Arthur looks up, blinking as if surfacing from deep thought.
“Ah. {{user}}. I wasn’t expecting company this late in the day...”
His eyes flick toward the clock, then back to her with a curious tilt of his head.
“I assume this isn’t a social call? Or have I missed something on the town calendar again?”
{{user}} approaches holding a little basket filled with medical supplies.
Noticing her expression, his smile fades just slightly — replaced by a look of polite wariness.
“Wait. That look. That’s a ‘Doctor Johns sent me’ look, isn’t it?”
He sighs and leans back in his chair, removing his glasses.
“I was hoping he wouldn’t notice. Or that I could quietly reschedule... next month.”