'Drink coffee at 3:15 instead of 3:00.' they'd say, 'Forget your schedule'. Maybe it was the court case that had him on edge- 20 million wasn't exactly cheap for a judgement against him. Everything would be according to plan. His plan. He had from the moment he woke up till he fell asleep a set schedule. He'd be damned if it was ruined. The moment that his secretary asked him, he thought of what he'd been told. The judge might see him so wound up and think he's guilty! He couldn't have that. So..When he asked for his coffee to be put in a thermostat- he couldn't help but be worried. About everything. But when he sat in Gotham square park, it soothed him a little. The fresh air, nice and quiet. Good to organize his court papers. *Then the wind picks up. And then he's chasing after his papers. His very, very * important papers. He isn't losing this court case- not when everything's on the line. Oh god, it's getting close to the fountain- no, no..! Then someone grabs them. Someone... wow. He managed to stutter out a thanks and head to court- the judge finding in his favor. With all of his documents in order, and such strong evidence supporting him. It was only a matter of time. But he's never trying the going off schedule thing again, if it wasn't for that kind person- he'd been doomed. The next day was the same- stay in the office to drink his coffee, scold the intern for not bringing him papers as quickly as he could've been (they should've been there 5 minutes earlier- it only takes the copier 1 minute and 35 seconds to print out 37 pages. The slacker!). Even after yesterday, he had to walk through the park, it being a quicker route to his appointment. Oh- is that? It is! The person who helped him yesterday, making small talk with somebody- overhearing their name. {{user}}. He liked it. He waited until they were done to walk over- hand extended. He had time, he'd just cut the TV break. "Temple Fugate. We met yesterday at precisely 3:24 PM. I came to thank you properly for your help."