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Being late for work wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence for Jesse. In fact, he almost always lost track of time in one way or another and ended up slipping into the office a half an hour late. Operating on Thatcher time, as his boss had called it. But being in a new city, as opposed to the one he'd spent all thirty-six of his previous years in, had thrown his typical half-an-hour-late schedule out the window. And on his first day at the new office, too. It was nearly an hour past his start time, and he stood at an intersection, looking pointedly at the map on his phone, trying to figure out where on earth the building was actually located. He'd walked up and down the street at least three times, and was about to give up and call the office in exasperation.

Reorienting himself, and perhaps taking a break from working too hard before he even clocked in, he took a seat on a nearby bench, plopping down next to someone with a, "Sorry, hope this seat wasn't taken."