Running down the streets or Cardinal Hill, Aart almost tripped over a patch of ice. The snow that had looked so beautiful only a few days ago had turned slippery and mushy, yet, the male didn't care. He did not have time to think of any doom situations or what would happen if he were to slip right now.
Steadying himself he took in a deep breath, eyes on the path forward. His nose was red from the cold, his coat's buttons done up completely wrong and he was completely missing his scarf, the garment still laying forgotten at his workplace. But he did not have time.
He did not have time for this, patting himself down to make sure he still had everything he needed, 'keys, check, wallet, check, apology donuts, check,' he continued on his way, ignoring the slippery mess under his shoes.
No, he didn't care at all, because he was late. He was so late.
He felt like the worst best friend ever. It didn't happen often that he missed their weekly meet-ups at the museum. It sure had been an issue when the two had first started hanging out, but Aart felt like everything had been going so well recently, it had been several months since he'd last forgotten.
The universe seemed to agree that it was going too well, apparently. Work had been busy and somehow the one post-it he truly needed for that day had fallen off the wall and gotten buried under a bunch of paperwork he'd been working on.
Aart had promised he'd be at the museum at two in the afternoon, like he always was, like he mostly had been every week for the past at least six months and yet, it was already way past three.
Stupid Martha, always giving him all her extra paperwork on top of his own. He rounded the corner and shook his head, the museum finally coming into view, this wasn't Martha's fault, he should've been more careful.
Sorry, Martha, you're not stupid, I am.
He should've remembered to check the time instead of keeping himself busy with why they were somehow losing extra money to coffees, that wasn't even his job to begin with, he was supposed to answer phone calls and welcome people.
Coming up to the entrance of the museum he came to a full stop, nearly slipping over another ice patch near the door at the sudden change in movement. Luckily he safely made it into the museum and he took absolutely no time to start leaning heavily against the entrance doorframe as he tried to catch his breath, donuts held high in the air. The logo of a local coffee shop he could never remember the name of plastered all over the bag.
"I come," he brought out, voice strained as he struggled to get air into his lungs. "Bearing gifts," he smiled as he looked up at the other. "Sorry, I'm horribly late," he then added, pushing himself off of the doorframe as he made his way towards the other, holding to bag towards them. "I lost track of time."
"But, I got us donuts," he placed the bag on the desk, pouting slightly. "Can you forgive me?"