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Arthur froze, the sandwich inches from his lips. He looked at the steak, then at the cherries, then at the frantic man ruining his afternoon. He took a long, slow sip of his wine, sighed, and set the sandwich back down on the porcelain.

The perfect bite would have to wait; the digital world was, once again, the physical one. Arthur froze, the sandwich inches from his lips

His phone vibrated violently against the wood. Arthur ignored it. He lowered his head again. Ring. Ring. then at the cherries

"Arthur? Are you there?" a voice hissed from the next table. It was his editor, leaning over with a stack of papers. "We need to talk about the for the food blog. The layout is breaking on mobile!" slow sip of his wine