My Very Own Sherlock (A Benedict Cumberbatch/ Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 8

JUNE’S POV

                It has been two weeks since I slept over at Benedict’s. We had been hanging out almost every day since then. One day he even took me to where they were filming. He had become a really good friend of mine. People still didn’t know we knew each other though. Especially Kriss. I loved he but she had a big mouth, and Benedict said he didn’t want me to be attacked by paparazzi and fans.

                I was sitting in the lunch room at work. It was my break. I scrolled through my phone and I ate my salad. I decided to text Benedict.

-          Hey Benny!

-          Lol, hi. What’s up?

-          On my break, hbu?

-          Just finished filming =) Is the café busy?

-          Not at all. I think there are only 2 people in the whole place.

-          Nice, be there in 10.

                I smiled down at my phone. I ran to the front of the store and shooed the other waitress. I wanted to serve Benedict when he came. I sat on a stool at the front of the store and watched the door. After 7 minutes Benedict walked through the door, ringing the bell attached to the top corner. He smiled at me as he walked passed and sat in the far back booth, where he sat when I first met him. I ran over to the booth, feeling giddy and I got closer.  I don’t know why I was so excited, I just saw him yesterday.

“Your usual?”

 “Yes please. Come sit after.”

“I can’t sit, I’m working.”

“Then pretend I’m a terrible costumer who just can’t make up their mind and is making the lovely waitress go through everything on the menu.”

I laughed. “One cinnamon tea with milk coming up.” I walked away and started making his tea. As I waited for the water to boil I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I looked and Benedict had texted me.

-My waitress is taking sooo long!

                I smiled and put my phone away. I finished the tea and brought it to the table.

“Thank you love, now please sit.” I rolled my eyes.

“Only for a minute, I don’t want to be fired.” I sat in the spot across from him.

“What are you doing after work today?”

“I don’t think I’m doing anything. Probably making Kriss dinner.”

“Well she can order pizza. I’m taking you out.”

“Why are you taking me out?”

“Because I want to spend an evening with my friend.”

“Alright, alright. Where are we going good sir?”

“I couldn’t possibly tell you! You’re working! Go serve!”

“10 seconds ago you wanted me to sit!”

“And now I want you to work. I’ll text you the details of our destination later. Bye love.” He said with a smirk and winked. I rolled my eyes and got up.

“You are like a 5 year old you know that.”

“I know. I love it!”

                After Benedict left the café I had just over an hour of work left. I finished that then got in my car. Before I started to drive I checked my phone. I had 1 text from Benedict. It had an address and said to dress formal. It also said I had to be there in an hour. In a panic to be ready in time I drove home a little faster than what was legal.