Fanatic ⇒ Only Murders In The Building

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'Fanatic'
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'New York City. Another sh*tty city America passes of a great. All eyes on you, no breaks from the masks everyone wears to look as if they've got their sh*t together. No one truly does. We're all a mess inside, some just hide it better. Some push it down until they-'

"Oh, what the f*ck," Callum exclaimed out of shock as his coffee flew out of his hands and onto his grey cable knit jumper. "F*ck," he muttered under his breath again as he picked up the cup.

"My bad man," the stranger said as he passed the British man.

"Cheers," he replied as the stranger left, groaning at the inconvenience. Quickly, he pulled out some tissues out of his bag and he dapped at his jumper before deciding to pull his pattered scarf out his bag to cover the stain the best he could.

Callum picked up his pace, put his wired earphones in (as he was waiting for his beats to arrive) and crossed his arms in front of him as the noise of the city was getting to him. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the Arconia.

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"Afternoon Lester. Hey Ursula, got anything for me?" Callum greeted the staff members and stopped by the woman with a mountain of packages.

"Here," Ursula replied, handing him a medium-sized box and a postcard from Athens.

'Made it to Athens, it's beautiful here,
you could join me and the rowdy lot.
Please answer your mam's calls? She's doing
better- she misses you.
Love Uncle Jo'

Callum rolled his eyes at the postcard before he smiled at Ursula and made his way to the lifts. The Brit sped up his pace as he saw the doors closing but made it just in time. He pressed '11' and awkwardly stood with three strangers; two older men (one looking awfully familiar and the other wearing a long coat similar to his own) and a woman around his age with a bold fur coat and tinted glasses.

"Is it 5 o'clock yet, do you know?" The guy in the purple coat spoke up.

"No," they all said in unison before the lift stopped at the 6th floor and and a man in a grey suit with a bin bag got on.

"Tim Kono. With a K, yes," the man sternly said to his phone. "Do you see anything you got in today's packages? Okay. I don't know why this keeps happening. Well, this one is very important to me."

Despite knowing it was rude, Callum kept listening to the conversation. "How early tomorrow?"

Ding! The man left the lift.

"Are you filming something?" The man in the purple coat spoke up, leaning towards Callum. "You look like a Cluedo character," he added. The man with the hat sighed.

"No?" Callum gave the man a confused look.

"Oh, you're British too, just adds to the whole..." He trailed off as Callum continued to look at him strangely.

"Do you like your beats?" The man in the purple coat spoke again, turning to the woman beside him. The woman in yellow gave him a small awkward smile. Then he began to ramble on about beats until his floor.

"Ding!" The man in the hat called out and the loud man exited. "Even the elevator wanted the story to end."

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