Arthur

Your bike broke down when you were pedalling one day. With you standing with a flat tire bike on the quiet sidewalk, was awkward. When a man walked out from a busy warehouse where men was working on cars and broken appliances, wearing a tank top and a cigarette hanging from his mouth and bags under his eyes, asking if he could help. With an agreement, he fixed your tires, he said his name was Arthur. You thanked him and pedalled away home. But you couldn't get him out of your head, despite being rugged and rude looking, he's pretty polite and helpful.

One afternoon, you packed some fried food, rice , and dessert in a Bento Box. Pedalling back to the warehouse where it was noisy with tinkering, hammering, and wielding. You hesitantly went to the entrance only to be startled by a big burly man in a sweatshirt

"What's your business here? You need something to fix?" He asked roughly while wiping his oily wrench, eyeing your Bento Box