lolo-loco

It was a full week until Arthur felt like he wanted to run from his till, pushing every possible thing out into the path he made behind him, in order to get away. He had all but forgotten that horrific encounter with the tall American the week before, choosing to push the incident as far into the back of his mind as he could. However, the following week, on the same day, at around the same time as the first ordeal, about an hour before Arthur's shift was scheduled to end; the horror flooded back to him in the form of blonde hair and an obnoxious, American, spectacled grin. 'Oh no. NO. Not you…!' but there he was; all grins and sunshine, loo