Arthur...
Hastings...
Sir!!!
"Good evening, Ledley." Arthur nodded slightly while cutting the veal on his plate, "I hope you don't mind, but I waited for you for half a day without seeing you, so I started eating alone."
Time froze at that moment.
Ledley froze for a moment, then felt as if he had been pressed from a warm soup into an icy river.
The warm and comfortable pearl necklace suddenly turned into a rope tightening around his throat.
The heel of his shoe scraped the floor, and losing his balance, he fell straight onto the ground.
Ledley's mouth hung half open, but not a single syllable could escape, his delicately made-up face as pale as a freshly painted wall.
Arthur neither got up nor asked questions, he simply glanced at Ledley, as if looking at a mundane sugar-boiled carrot on the table: "Alright, it seems you don't like me calling you Ledley here. So, Miss Quinn, do you need me to help you up?"
The muscles on Ledley's face twitched slightly.
