1 Work in Arthur (Inception)-centric
“You bought me coffee?”
“You’ve come all the way from New York, my dear Arthur. It’s the least I could do.” He spread his heavily inked arms out in a welcoming gesture as he said this, smiling warmly. Arthur swallowed. First luv and now my dear. What the hell was next - pumpkin? This wasn’t going at all how Arthur had pictured. Not that it was going badly, per se, just . . . he hadn’t expected pet names and hipster coffee from a world-famous, underground graffiti cum tattoo artist who prided himself on being mysterious. He didn’t think anyone would.