╰┈➤ ❝ [𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨] ❞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤

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His downy dark brown hair was flowing back and forth with the air. The cool and familiar air of his city. He was keeping his notebook and other items inside his small bag as to not loose them with the wind. Besides, there was endless chatter going on as he strolled through the plaza. With people in groups, people taking photos or just people meeting together in general. However, he himself was not here to talk or meet someone like many others currently were. He was there for important business.

Inspiration and Ideas was the important business. He had been lacking in am interesting and new story. Nothing too interesting had been happening for some time now. Right now, he was simply walking about the Marienplatz Plaza. He could only admire the architecture and glamour of it. Even if the Plaza was beautiful, he still couldn't shake the feeling of boredom and a need for excitement. He adjusted his glasses and continued on his stroll.

"Seems like everyone here is enjoying themselves" he thought as people walked past him with gleeful expressions.

"I'm the only one that is worrying over something exciting for the news" He scratched his head.

He kept on strolling through. Nothing seemed to peak his interest in any way. He thought walking through would give him relaxation and ideas. But it only proved to give him more worry. As a newspaper business, he needed stories, especially eye catching ones.

"I should maybe sit down, I'm not exactly going anywhere" he thought to himself.

He decided that may be the best solution. So he turned away his gaze from the architectures and looked forward. Looking for a particular spot to sit down. He remembers he would come to this spot often as well as many other people would. He was looking around to see it. At last, he found it. He turned his stroll into a power walk to quickly get to the fountain. The Fischbrunnen in the main entrance of the Plaza. He let out a exacerbated sigh as he went to go sit down.

Few other people were also close by sitting peacefully. He meanwhile placed his bag carefully to take out his pen and notebook he carries around with him.

"I suppose it's going to be another dry headline" he let out another sigh as he looked through his notes.

"Sports column, Tech, Politics.." he skimmed through.

"Maybe another political talk would be interesting" he muttered to himself uncertainly.

He slowly looked around him. It was the same view with the same people, chattering away. He blinked his blue eyes a few times.

"UGH, it's no use!" He thought as he suddenly stood up nearly dropping his notebook.

"There's nothing to do or see"

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"I should get going.." he said defeated.

And so the young man gathered his things and began to move away. Surely, he will get an interesting scoop eventually. This world, country, state and city is so large. Surely something might turn up? Right? He hoped so as he continued his walk out of the Marienplatz. As of right now, he should head back to his other editors and journalists.

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He finally arrived back at his office at headquarters. It took him some time but eventually, he was back. As soon as he entered, he saw the numerous working folks. All of them were either working or ordering people around as he as the chief went out and about. He entered in, satisfied that his journalists, editors etc were doing their work whilst he was away, even if it wasn't for very long. He began his walk to his office when.

"STEFAN!!!" someone loudly called out. Stefan looked to see two men walking towards him. One dirty blonde and the other light brown.

"Stefan you're back!" The blonde said shaking his hand. The other man beside him looked rather embarrassed and irritated.

"Bertram, can you not let the entirety of Munich hear you?" he asked softy punching Bertram's shoulder.

Bertram looked at him offended.

"It's alright Andreas, come" he chuckled as he gestured to his office. Andreas and Bertram followed him.

His office was nice and welcoming, thought a bit scattered with pages but overall clean. Stefan sat in his chair while placing his bag on the desk. Andreas and Bertram took seats as well. For some minutes, the two men just watched Stefan quickly look through his notes, staying silent with their arms crossed.

"Did you find anything..?" Andreas asked slowly though knowing the answer as seeing Stefan's despair.

"NOTHING!" He cried out accepting defeat as he spun around in his chair. Andreas brown eyes gave him a sympathetic look.

"Been the same for us" Bertram said bitterly. "Sure some things happens but not really, well.."

"New or intriguing" Andreas finished for him

Bertham nodded while his blue eyes turning to Stefan.

"I'm sure something will turn up Stef" Andreas said hopefully. Bertram nodded approvingly.

Stefan looked towards his two friends.

"We'll have to see then cause I don't have any scoops or ideas" he said as he cleaned his glasses.

Andreas and Bertram looked at each other. They all were hoping and thinking the same thing. All of them really wanted a interesting story for Stefan. As one of the top newspapers, he needed to keep his reputation going. A personification of the newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung (informal name being Stefan Zwehl) his life was basically on the line if he doesn't stay relavent. As he was thinking, he felt someone getting up and walking towards him.

They placed their hand on his shoulder. Stefan looked up to see Andreas.

"It's alright Stefan. I know you're stressed but don't let this problem get too into your head" he advised. Stefan looked at him before smiling slightly.

"You're right Andreas, it's just hectic sometimes" the brown hair boy gave him a sympathetic pat.

"It's alright"

"You wanna unwind a bit?"

Stefan looked somewhat uncertain. He did want a break.

"Come on! We know you want to" Bertram said from his other shoulder.

Stefan looked at Andreas, then at Bertram. He then stood up.

"Alright boys, you got me" he said placing his hands on each of their shoulders.

"Come on let's gooooooo!"

"BERT, stop dragging him like that he can walk just fine"

"You better catch up Andreas!"

"Don't encourage him Stef!!!"

His friends were right

Something will turn up

Eventually...

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