[ He’s about to tell whoever sat down that he’s really not in the mood for company when he catches a glimpse of familiar red hair and he looks up fully. His mouth curves up into a small smirk. There aren’t many people who he’d let stay after the day he’s had. Arthur however breaks most of his rules. ]

Long week. [ He picks his newly refreshed drink and takes a long swallow. ]

What brings you to this classy establishment?