Friday was supposed to be Arthur's workday, but since he had relinquished specific jurisdictional powers over the police district, he could allocate all of today's working hours to himself instead of sitting idly in the office at 4 Whitehall.
However, although the workload today was significantly lighter than what Arthur was accustomed to, he wasn't completely slacking off.
In an inconspicuous street corner cafe in West London, Arthur was holding a cup of tea, surveying with his sharp black eyes the woman sitting across from him, the newly risen queen of Tower Hamlets, Miss Fiona Ivan.
At that moment, Arthur found the seemingly fragile, but fiery-tempered blonde, with her chin slightly tucked, head down, eyes flickering uncertainly, and hands placed on her knees, daring not to move, amusingly awkward as if she had done something wrong.