Arthur sits in a cafeteria and sips his latte. He's working on a project for Cobb. His notebook is plugged and charging. He's writing and listening to Mozart with his Skullcandy headphones: too big, black and white with the skull logo, kitschy and fancy. He bought them few months ago because they don't fit his style, not at all and he likes the idea. Eames would laugh at these headphones.

He reads a passage from Freud's book about subconsciousness and takes notes. He's typing for a minute or longer, his fingers quick and quiet. Suddenly there is a short sound and Mr8AndHalfInches is sending you a message. He opens the messenger and there is:

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:31 AM): hello, darling

Arthur smiles slightly.

PointMan2Rent (9:31 AM): eames.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:31 AM): how do you know it's me? comes instantly.

PointMan2Rent (9:31 AM): nobody else calls me so.

He sips his coffee.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:31 AM): your mum?

PointMan2Rent (9:31 AM): she uses my NAME. she named me so to actually USE my name.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:32 AM): no honey-bunny?

PointMan2Rent (9:32 AM): no.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:32 AM): my dear lil' Arthur, how are u?

PointMan2Rent (9:32 AM): okay.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:32 AM): it's half past 9, Sat and you're online. you students don't party nowadays?

PointMan2Rent (9:32 AM): we do. but I have work to do.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:32 AM): for Cobb?

PointMan2Rent (9:32 AM): yea.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): sth interesting?

PointMan2Rent (9:33 AM): well, quite.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): so good luck with that, darling~;)

PointMan2Rent (9:33 AM): where r u?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): Berlin. working for our dear cobb

Arthur glances to the book and quickly reads a passage.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): do you miss me, darling?

Arthur stares at the question. He hasn't seen Eames for almost a month.

PointMan2Rent (9:33 AM): what kind of question is that? he types after a pause.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): a rhetorical one, but I want u to answer;)

Arthur hesitates.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): ?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:33 AM): c'mon, darling. yes or no? we ain't see each other soon so whatever you write gonna be forgotten when we meet. I shall delete my archive. c'mon, make my day.

Arthur rolls his eyes and writes:

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): I miss you.

His fingers slightly trembling.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:34 AM): I thought so, darling~ and what part of me you miss the most?

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): you being weird.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:34 AM): always. so gonna tell me?

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): lemme think…

Arthur decides to play Eames' game. They are far away from each other, ain't they? Next time they meet, it will be normal like always. This conversation is a joke, isn't it?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:34 AM): Sooo?

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): the way you make me angry, the way you tease me.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:34 AM): ooh, really? u like me rubbing you the wrong way?

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): I do Arthur writes quickly. He does.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:34 AM): uh-huh. and I like the way you get angry. u r funny then.

PointMan2Rent (9:34 AM): am I? :[

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:35 AM): yes! you look more serious and older then. but still funny. and cute.

PointMan2Rent (9:35 AM): cute?...

Arthur raises his brow.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:35 AM): yep. like a border collie puppy.

He googles the breed and goes through pictures and photos. The dogs are black and white and cute.

PointMan2Rent (9:35 AM): I am NOT like that dog!11!1

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:35 AM): relax, darling. u see? I made you angry from Europe:D. U like that, eh?

Arthur sighs.

PointMan2Rent (9:35 AM): if you say so, mr. eames.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:35 AM): you listening music?

PointMan2Rent (9:35 AM): Mozart's.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:35 AM): phew, I knew it. find "Sour Cherry" on YT.

He opens Mozilla and visits YouTube. He founds the video and opens it. It's indie rock or something. He listens to the song.

PointMan2Rent (9:37 AM): it's okay he writes when the song ends. but I prefer classical stuff.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:37 AM): I KNOW, darling

PointMan2Rent (9:37 AM): why you call me so anyways?

Arthur smiles slightly. He's wanted to ask this question so much.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:37 AM): you like me calling you 'darling'. I KNOW that.

PointMan2Rent (9:37 AM): I don't. and you know nothing about me.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:37 AM): you saying I'm not? you like latte and I'm 100% sure 'bout that.

PointMan2Rent (9:37 AM): almost everybody likes latte.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:37 AM): maybe. but I know how YOU like to have it. you always start from the foam and you lick it from a spoon. taking some foam and licking. slowly, carefully, to make the spoon clean again just by sucking it.

Arthur glances at his coffee. The foam is gone. He has done what Eames said. Exactly the way he said.

PointMan2Rent (9:37 AM): no he lies.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:37 AM): yes comes the answer. ;)

He sips his latte. It's almost cold.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:38 AM): and I KNOW you like all sweet things. and chocolate. that's why you like latte so much. it's kinda like chocolate, with milk, can be very sweet, but it's still coffee. I know that you were quite chubby as a kid, darling.

Arthur puts a spoon into his mouth and starts to suck it absentmindedly.

PointMan2Rent (9:38 AM): how do you know dat?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:38 AM): I like to know sth 'bout ppl I'm working with:) BUT I think you r too skinny right now. ppl don't take you seriously enough, they ain't afraid of you but we both know you can be deathly dangerous. anyways, if you are by any chance in a cafeteria now, have sth sweet. a donut or sth with chocolate.

PointMan2Rent (9:38 AM): I don't fancy anything sweet nor with chocolate now he lies and glances at pieces of cakes behind the glass on the bar.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:38 AM): c'mon, darling, for me. small sugar rush will be good for your mind.

Arthur hesitates. The waitress comes and takes his empty glass.

"Um, sorry," he says and the girl smiles at him, "can I have a piece of chocolate cake? A small one?"

She nods. After a minute there is a cake next to Arthur's elbow. It's all chocolate: white, dark, milky and calories, fucking calories.

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): you made me do this! it's a chocolate cake.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:39 AM): enjoy;) tell me if it's good.

Arthur takes a bite. It's sweet, tasty, good, so good. He licks his fingers and answers Eames:

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): goooood.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:39 AM): I bet you have just licked your fingers.

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): I HAVE NOT! he lies again blushing. I used a tissue. you know what a tissue is, right?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:39 AM): yea, right. Like I'm gonna believe u.

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): u should. we working together, remember? better trust me. I've saved your ass so many times.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:39 AM): I've saved yours nice too.

Arthur bites the cake again. And again licks his fingers discretely. They're sweet of chocolate.

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): my nice ass?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:39 AM): yes. it's nice but too small. I bet it looks terrible in jeans.

PointMan2Rent (9:39 AM): you're wrong. I'm wearing jeans right now and my ass looks OKAY. but we r not going to talk about my ass, eh?

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:40 AM): you prefer taking 'bout my ass?:P

PointMan2Rent (9:40 AM): N O. no arses, please.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:40 AM): as you wish, my dear. how's your project?

Arthur must admit he's completely forgotten about the research for Cobb.

PointMan2Rent (9:40 AM): very well he lies. it's almost finished.

Mr8AndHalfInches (9:40 AM): my lil' liar. you enjoy our conversation comes quickly. I can see the only thing you're working on at the moment are your answers to my questions. Nice skullcandies, anyways. classy, darling. Cobb won't believe me.

Mr8AndHalfInches is offline.

Arthur reads Eames' words again. He can see? He lies! He's in Berlin. Or so he said. Arthur scouts around in panic.

And there he is. Eames comes smiling with an iMac under his arm.

"Hello, darling," he says sitting next to Arthur.

"Y-you liar!," the younger man stutters.

"Same to you, darling. And you have chocolate here." He touches Arthur's lower lip with his thumb. "I've missed you so much so I am here. Aren't you happy?"

"I. Am. Not," Arthur hisses every word separately, but he's laying.

"I know you, don't forget that so easily," Eames smirks. "Ask me a question about yourself and I shall answer. I have this folder, you know, on my hard drive, named 'Arthur'."

"I'm your hobby or what?"

"Nope, darling," he says still smiling and leans towards Arthur to whisper to his ear: "You're the only weakness I have."

Arthur blushes. He feels inside that Eames isn't laying now.

"Let's have some proper hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnamon, shall we?"

Arthur clears his throat.

"And with caramel sauce," he adds smiling slightly.

"As you wish, darling."

THE END