Simon & Arthur vs. the cupids agenda

Chapter 1 - Simon

Simon

Once upon a time, there was a boy called, nope, never mind. We're not going down that road. However this is a fairy tale, my very own fairy tale, of how I met Arthur. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?

My entire family was in New York for the summer, because mom had to meet with this woman for a work thing. I have to admit I didn't really know why, and I still don't. I was just very excited about going to New York for the summer. We had three whole days of "family fun", before dad and my sister Nora had to go back home for Nora's two week long cooking class. She has been into cooking forever, but recently she has gotten really good. I don't really see the point in her taking a cooking class - it should really be dad, or me for that matter - but I got two weeks in New York all by myself, so I was fine with it.

Since I was the only one around to help mom, I had to carry a lot of her stuff to the office. We had four big moving boxes, so we carried them all up to her office - by hand - since the hotel was the building next to it.

We took the elevator a long way up the building, before we entered a lobby I instantly felt underdressed for. The floor we were on felt like a different world from the streets of New York City. Everything was perfectly clean, and so professional-looking, I thought I was going to drop the heavy load of boxes right then and there. Thankfully, mom got my attention just in time to save all the neatly organized papers in the jam packed boxes. You'd think living in the year 2018, meant that every document was online, but I'm telling you: that's not how it is in the lawyer world.

After mom had a little chat with the girl behind the counter, we were able to set the boxes in a room, probably her office. The entire office floor was an open window solution, which means they might as well just have built one huge room and filled it with desks, because that's what it looked like. I was in the process of being amazed by this building, when something completely different caught my attention. Actually strike that: not something, but someone.