Caffe Nero. Hampstead High St.
Table for two. One hot chocolate. One Macchiato.
“So”
“So”
“Five months”
“A long five months”
“That’s a subtle way of putting it”
“Are you saying you’re going to miss me?”
“Maybe, I like your company Mr C”
“I like your company too Ms H-J”
“Really?”
“Yes! Of course I do, I mean your dog ruined a good few of my prized possessions, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have forgiven you!”
“Are you saying you like me?”
“You’re my best friend Rosie, of course I like you”
“Interesting”
“What’s interesting?”
“I don’t really like you Ben”
“If your exclusively targeted sarcasm was anything to go by I already know you adore me”
“So full of it”
“Someone has to match you surely”
“Are you flirting with me?”
“That depends. Is it working?”
“I’m not telling”
“Tell me in five months.”
“A lot can change in five months Ben”
“I’m hoping it will.”
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Well and truly Cumberbatched (To be revised)
FanfictionRosalind. Rosie to most. Including Benedict. She loves her family (most of the time), her job (at the best of times), her dog (all the time), and her friends. *** There is one friend though, there always is that "one friend" isn't there? Christ, h...
