Usukustwiceperyear Stories

The room is filled with smoke and the meaningless strumming of an acoustic guitar. Two people's been in the room. One is enjoying the burning sensation of nicotine in his lungs, the other is overlooking at the window as he watched the people from below enjoy the colours of fall.

He first met him during the spring break, at a cafe outside the university specifically. He had been with Matthew and talking over their schedule when he saw him on his peripheral vision. Sitting alone a few tables from them and quietly reading a book. Note: All thoughts are in italic, thus Arthur's speeches will be underlined.