#fdropen

“I was supposed to be doing something, and I’m not entirely sure what it is,” Paris mumbled to himself as he surveyed the people around. It wasn’t work obviously. The schedule told him when he was to be there. So it was something else. It was bugging him that he couldn’t quite remember. 

“Oh uh, sorry, not looking for any trouble,” Paris muttered as he pulled back from the body he had just collided with. He was not quite sure who they were and he certainly didn’t want to get into an altercation.

“Oh hello, can I help you?” Paris asked hurriedly. He was more than a bit rattled by the days tasks.

“Two forty-eight, two forty-nine, two fifty! Nice work, only fifty more! Huh? HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? Man, not another one...”

Setting down the phone, Hayden turned towards the newcomer. “Is there something you need?”

Seth had been listening to their blathering on for long enough. “Yes, but how does this pertain to me?” 

“It’s pretty isn't it? Would like to have it?”