Online. [benedict cumberbatch]

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'@IDontEvenKnowAnymore: do things really get better or do we just get used to it?'

I walked confidently into a restaurant, seating myself almost out of sight. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I wanted to sort some things out. The restaurant was old and small, it was a cosy place. I could imagine couples coming here on dates. It was made of stone and painted in cream colours. The wooden table comforted me despite my mood.

A sweet voice caused me to look up.

"Hi, my name is Juliette and I will be your server today. What can I get you?" I stared into her eyes.

 It was her. It was the beautiful girl who had controlled my thoughts for days. I couldn't find the words to speak. My mouth opened but no words came out. I was a deer caught in the headlights, not being able to overcome my shock. I gaped at her.

"Excuse me Sir, are you alright?" The voice spoke again, this time softer.

The way she spoke sent shivers up my spine, I hadn't realised how frustrated I was until I saw her. Something about her just aroused me.

I cleared my throat, "uh, yes. Fine. I'll have a sprite please."

"Okay, I'll be right back with that," she flashed me a smile.

I sat, mesmerised. She was more stunning in real life. Her brown hair cascaded down her back and her emerald eyes dazzled while she smiled. Her teeth gleamed white and were perfectly framed within her smile. I imagined the way her head would fit in the crook of my neck or the way her hand would feel interlocked with mine. 

A drink was placed infront of me, "here you are."

I gazed into her eyes, "you're stunning."

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

"And you're some douche who probably thinks I'm dying to get in your pants," she laughed, "got to try harder than one compliment."

I turned bright red, she'd gotten it exactly right. I didn't think she was dying to get in my pants, but so many girls would love to have sex with me. I mean, I'm Benedict Cumberbatch. I realised I should probably answer.

"No, no. I didn't mean it like that. I don't want to have sex - well, I actually do. Not with you though. Well, you're stunning and-" 

She cut me off, "okay, Benedict."

"You know who I am?" I questioned, kind of surprised she recognised me.

"Yes, you're an actor."

I smiled cockily, "I am indeed."

"You're also a dick," she smiled sarcastically.

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I checked my phone to see a twitter message.

@IDontEvenKnowAnymore: You know that famous Benedict guy we were talking about? I just met him. He was an idiot.