<< So this monday... yes, yes, I told you... No worries, Eva... >>
Her sleepy brain tried to fight back the insistent voice coming from somewhere in the apartment and that, inevitably, woke her up. Her body came to life as Frida stirred, making the blanked slip down her torso.
<< Good, see you then... >>
Frida's eyes snapped open recognizing that voice, and then the events from the night before hit her mind, waking her up completely. That was good for a nightmare, she bitterly thought. Sadly, it was not, and that brought her here; to Benny's apartment. Lazily, Frida reincorporated and sat on the large gray couch where she had spent the night. After the endless Benny's attempts to make her agree to sleep in his bedroom while he stayed in the living room he gave up, accepting her flatly denial after she said "I would not feel comfortable. In that case I'll leave". That was enough for Benny to give in with a dissatisfied grimace on the face. In the end, he provided her with a brown blanket and a pillow which would be more comfortable than a cushion. Nonetheless, she slept well, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow she surrendered to Morpheus' arms and didn't wake up until now.
Frida rubbed her eyes and sighed long. When she opened her eyes again she found the place now illuminated by the sun coming through the window; the walls were beige in combination with deep blue, giving the apartment an even greater masculine touch. Her bare feet touched the carpet and that reminded her of a little big detail; she slept on her dress. Her heels were aside in a corner, but they looked too uncomfortable to wear them this early.
"Hey."
Benny's voice called out to her, making her look up at him. He was, as usual, wearing a warm smile on the face. Frida smiled too, still a bit drowsy. "Hey."
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" He approached, cell phone in hand.
"I fear so," she chuckled. "But it's fine. Better this way." She ran a hand through her hair. At some point she undid the bun in order to sleep more comfortable as she was used to have her hair naturally loose.
"Continue sleeping if you want."
"No, no." She shook her head in denial. "What time is it?"
Benny checked the hour of his cellphone. "Twenty minutes to eleven."
"Oh gosh!" Frida tossed the blanket aside and got up almost jumping. "It's late. Too late."
Benny watched her as she hurried to put on her heels. "No hurry, Frida."
"No." With agile fingers, she fastened the lace of the right heel. "Sure you have commitments and I am just here entertaining you."
"No commitments at all." Benny stood before her and knelt down to be at her height, placing both hands at her sides over the couch. "Hey..." he called out to her softly.
Frida stopped the heel halfway and looked at him. Her mind was already a chaos in contrast to Benny who seemed in total control, serene. "Do not lie to me."
He cocked his head to one side. "I am not lying to you. Why would I?"
"To be polite. But I'm in your house, it's late and..."
"No problem about it." He softly cut her off. "Really." She was tense, her shoulders were rigid and Benny had to fight the need to sooth them. "Look at me, I am still in my pajamas."
Frida then realized he was dressed in blue pants and white t-shirt. The V-neck on the shirt exposed part of his chest, revealing a path of hairs. Frida looked away and swallowed hard, feeling a peculiar tingle on her belly. "Very appropriate to the occasion."
