ARTHUR
Arthur sat across from Stiles at their usual corner table, the café buzzing around them, but his mind wasn’t on the conversation. Not really. He kept seeing Stella’s face. The way she bit the corner of her lip when she was nervous, the way her hair fell in scattered waves even when she was trying to look composed.
“Hey, man,” Stiles’ voice cut through, snapping him out of his thoughts.
“Huh?” Arthur blinked, shaking his head.
“You’ve been staring into space for like… five minutes. Are you planning your next investment or daydreaming about someone?” Stiles teased.
Arthur let out a short laugh, leaning back. “Maybe both.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow. “Uh-oh. Spill it.”
“What if I… get close to Stella?” Arthur said quietly, almost to himself. “She might be exactly what we need, ma
