A normal day at work;
"Do you really want to know Bonnefoy? My taste of music back then is not for the faint of heart" His eyes darkened a light smirk appeared on his lips as he gave his company a glance, "So a flashy show child? I’ve had experiences of that. Not particularly pleasant hence why I rebelled. Dressed tip to toe in lavish clothing that I didn’t ask for. How bitterly nostalgic," He commented as he finished off his meal.
"Ah I guess I should ask you," He said nervously after their brief conversation, he scratched the back of his neck and eyes flickering around the busy store, "Never mind I shall ask you later," His face went momentarily rosy at the thought of what he was going to ask the Frenchman. He couldn’t do it with so many people around him.
"Try me." He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee. "I guess you could put it that way. They're not bad people...no, they just enjoy their money a little too much. Much more than I care for it, I'm happy to be making my own living, getting by without their handouts. I only asked them for money once when I helped my friend and his brother move here so they wouldn't have to return to Germany with their mother."
Francis raised an eyebrow as Arthur started to ask something, but decided against it. He nodded and didn't press the matter. "I should give you my address so you can stop by like I suggested. When we go back to your shop, I'll write it on one of my business cards for you."












