Steven Grant, of the gift shop, was a busy man. Half of the time, he didn't know what he had been up to, the rest of the time, he spent running the gift shop of the Natural History Museum. More specifically, having an interest in Egyptology.

Today, he was on his daily commute on the bus, headed to work in his usual attire, a blue thermos in his hand, filled with tea; because he's Bri'ish, innit.

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You was minding your own business, hand holding onto one of the hand bars, before you felt someone on your shoulder.

When you turned around, a man was there, dark curls flopped over your shoulder, eyes closed and the tea from the thermos slowly dribbling onto the bus floor. He was silent, unknowing to what he was doing.