Nicole walks over to the counter in her kitchen and grabs a cracker off of the serving trays.
"No!" Her mom says as she smacks her on the top of the hand. "You can't start eating until our guest arrives." She knits her eyebrows.
Nicole groans and takes a seat at the end of the dinner table. The aroma of lasagna enters through her nose and makes her stomach rumble. That was truly the only meal her mom knew how to cook. She had been cooking it for her ever since she was little. Her dad was the real chef. He was the one they would rely on for all their home cooked meals because anytime her mom tried to bake something, it always seemed to catch on fire.
She slumps further down into the wooden chair and tousles her curly hair. She specifically made sure she looked extra nice for this dinner. She keeps one eye glued to the door, anxiously waiting for Benedict's arrival.
"Sweetie, you seem awfully quiet. Is everything okay?" Her mom asks.
"Oh, yes. I'm doing great," She smiles.
Nicole may be able to pull off a shockingly good poker face around her mother, but on the inside she was feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. She knows this night is going to be anything but ordinary, and is actually quite nervous about how this will all turn out in the end. The thought of the teacher she has secretly been seeing coming over and joining them both for dinner makes her cringe with fear. One wrong move, word, or even glance between them could spill their secret.
The door bell rings and Nicole can feel her heart race faster and faster. All of her nervous thoughts vanish at once and her mind goes blank. She sits in the chair frozen; unable to move.
Her mom throws down the steaming hot pan of lasagna onto the granite counter top and plies off her oven mitts. "Coming!" She yells cheerfully waltzing to the door. She opens it and meets a tall man standing on the other side.
From where Nicole was sitting, she could see his knees were shaking and he looked a bit uneasy. He was probably just as nervous as she was if not more.
"Why, Hello there Mr. Cumberbatch! So lovely that you could join us for dinner tonight," She says in her most welcoming tone. She motions for him to enter and he hands her a small bouquet of flowers.
"This is for being so kind as to invite me into your lovely home." He smiles endearingly and starts taking off his long coat.
"Oh- I can take that for you!" Her mom says grabbing it and carrying it down the corridor to a wall hanging with hooks.
"I will just be a moment if you don't mind," She says continuing to walk to her bedroom. "Make yourself at home."
Nicole sits patiently at the end of the table. She has yet to make contact with him face to face. She has only caught a glimpse of him outside the doorway because the hallway they turned down was no longer in her sight.
There's footsteps on the floor and she looks over her shoulder to find him standing underneath the dim kitchen lights. He was dressed in a maroon button-up collar shirt and black trousers. Nicole can't help but notice that he looks more handsome then she's ever seen him look before. Even his hair was the most curliest she's ever seen it.
He leans his body against the wall and smiles. His face flushes with a light pink color.
"You look... wow," Nicole whispers with her jaw slightly dropped.
Benedict chuckles quietly to the ground while resting his hands in his pant pockets. "It's hard to imagine someone as beautiful as you can think a guy like me looks, well, to put it in your words, wow."
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Mr. Cumberbatch
Fanfiction"Nicole was confused by all the emotions she was feeling for this man she had just met. Feeling this way was definitely a new experience for her. Never in a hundred years would she have thought she could meet a man like this. He's everything she cou...
