Arthur is an old man, in his early forties . No matter what you remind yourself and your friends do too, you can’t help but like it. The age gap. A huge one at that.

Usually he comes always at noon after working times with his coffee.

Same shirt sequence every week; light blue on Sundays, grey on Mondays, black one on Tuesday, white on Wednesdays, and grey again on Thursday. For the rest two weeks he usually doesn’t show up.

You always saw him daily there. In his usual table reading some book until he finishes it then up to the next book, always a book with moral motives.

”Excuse me little lady,” his deep voice appeared behind you suddenly.