Days Gone By

Resolutions

Everyone's head whipped around as Benedict and Sophie just gaped and almost yelled at one another as they were stammering looking completely shocked.

"What is going on?" Violet asked, her brows raised and looking confused.

"He... we...." Sophie stammered completely flustered but it was Benedict who seemed to have his brain working, he didn't really want to have this out in front of his mother and siblings.

"Excuse me mother... we... need to talk in private" Benedict said as he grabbed Sophie's arm, a little bit harder than he would normally and steered her straight back out of the room and into his father's office.

His brain was throbbing, trembling at the thought that she had known it was him all along and not said anything... he had to wonder if she had known and lied to him when they met.

Violet had gone to make a noise of protest but it was lost as Benedict had made it out of the room within three strides, Sophie being dragged behind him.

He slammed the door shut on the office, the walls shaking and the glass in the drinks cabinet tinkling with the force "so... it's You! You lied to me?!" he said, his voice raising

"No!" Sophie practically shrieked "I didn't know! I didn't know it was you until literally just now!!"

"How...? I mean... I always wear suits?!" Benedict asked, shocked.

"It... it's different... it's the whole... look... it's... it's... I don't know!! There is something different about you normally, How did you not notice it was me!? I wear my hair the same almost every day!" Sophie asked

Benedict felt his cheeks flush, in hindsight, she had a point "you're hair... it's... darker..."

"No it's not... it was this colour that night..."

"Well it looked lighter!" Benedict said

"Why didn't you look for me?" Sophie asked

"I did!! I came down to the typist pool to look for you... I asked Tessa about a blonde with green eyes..." he said

"Well considering I told you I was in the translation team..."

"You said you were in the typist pool..."

"I did... but I said I moved before I was moved to Baron Cavander..." Sophie scowled

Benedict felt his cheeks go even redder. He had misheard "Oh... I... I..."

"Assumed that I was just a typist..."

"Why didn't you look for me?" he asked, changing the subject hoping to get out of trouble.

"Well given the women in the war office had to be neither seen nor heard unless required to be either... I couldn't exactly go wandering around asking about a handsome stranger who worked on classified information... i'd be labelled khaki wacky and possibly thrown into jail" Sophie scoffed

Benedict shrugged, he had to concede that point, she was right. If she was wandering around asking like he was... it would be suspicious. "I don't get it... how did you not know who I was...?"

"I don't know. It was dark so there is only so much that of a person's face... but I could ask you the same! You're an artist! I've seen you draw things having only seen them once! And they're perfect..." Sophie said, sounding hurt.

"I... I have drawn you... I just... I guess I didn't put two and two together, I thought you were familiar when I met you when you got here... but... I just... didn't work it out..." Benedict explained.