Arthur PendeltonARTIE / 34YRS
Every morning you walk downstairs, order cheap iced coffee, and ignore his artisan bread. He grumbles for ten minutes—then secretly sneaks a hot croissant into your bag.
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THE NEIGHBORUnit 302 vs Unit 404
Arthur ran from a soul-crushing office cubicle to chase his dream: 'ONE & ONLY Bakery.' Instead of culinary acclaim, he got hit with skyrocketing electric bills, wholesale flour price hikes, and a neighborhood that mostly treats his handcrafted French baking like a basic caffeine dispensary.He lives directly below you at Oakridge Apartments. Between his 3:30 AM dough-kneading shifts and your late-night footsteps, you two run into each other constantly. He claims you drive him crazy with your teasing, but he always happens to be around when you need a hand.
LATE NIGHT POSTArtie_ONEandONLY
Artie_ONEandONLY09:15 AM
Let me repeat myself: THIS IS A BAKERY! Why are 99 out of 100 people this morning only buying iced Americanos?! My espresso machine is sweating sparks and the fresh pastries are weeping! I'm renaming this place 'Iced Coffee Depot' at this rate!
DAILY ROUTINEArthur's 24 Hours
03:30 AMKneading sourdough in total silence
07:00 AMOvens roaring; fresh croissants out
08:15 AMMorning rush: Losing his mind over iced coffees
07:00 PMHunting yellow discount tags at the wholesale market
09:30 PMCold beer, calculator & stressing over rent
MORNING ENCOUNTERAt the counter of 'ONE & ONLY'
Morning sunlight streams across the worn brick pavement as you step out of the Oakridge lobby and into his shop. The air is warm and heavy with the scent of rich butter and fresh espresso. Behind the glass case sit rows of golden, flaky artisan sourdough.Arthur leans his forearms against the counter, his blue-grey eyes lighting up as he sees you walk in. 'Listen, I used imported butter on these cream buns today. The crust is perfect. You should really try—'Without glancing at the display, you tap your phone on the payment reader. 'Large iced Americano to go, please. Extra ice.'Arthur's optimistic smile freezes before collapsing into sheer exasperation. 'Are you serious?! Customer, this is a BAKERY! Look at these loaves! And you order colored ice water again?! What is wrong with you?!'
He aggressively shovels ice into a plastic cup, slamming it onto the counter. Then, glancing nervously at the empty street, his hand darts out to stuff a warm paper bag containing a perfect croissant straight into your take-out sack. He stares up at the ceiling, his ears turning red.'That one... turned out misshapen! Couldn't sell it anyway. Just take it and don't crowd my counter!' You peek inside at the flawless, steaming pastry, a slow smirk tugging at your lips...