I am getting annoyed, there's no two ways about it. I'm on the Northern Line heading towards Hampstead and a guy has decided that what he needs to do most in the world is stand between my legs and hold onto the railing above him. I wouldn't mind if the tube car was full but it isn't and he's invading my personal space and he smells horrible. I've done all the huffing and puffing I can to make my displeasure known to him and yet he's clueless. I would tell him to move but it turns out I'm not that person so with six more stops to go this is becoming a really long journey. I reprimand myself for not getting off at Warren Street and switching lines like I sometimes do, but that line can be busy on a Sunday. At least the walk to Ben and Sophie's should calm me down, well as long as it's not raining when I get off, cause then I'll have to run and get wet and that'll do nothing for my current mood. It wasn't raining when I got on but the sky looked threatening and it was November, in the UK, so my chances were slim.
Sir Stinks-a-lot gets off two before I need to so as the train pulls into 'Hampstead' I easily make it off without having to navigate a way around him. As I climb the steps out of the tube station I notice that the sky is now very dark but it's not raining yet so quickly I head off in the direction of Ben and Sophie's. When I get off at this stop it normally takes me about twenty minutes to walk to theirs, but today in the cold and with the ever immediate possibility that the sky will open and dump a load of water on me I make it in just under fifteen minutes.
Climbing up the steps to their town house I ring the bell and huddle against the cold. Sophie opens the door and I am hit by a blast of heat and delicious smells.
"Sam. Lovely to see you, come in" she says and I step in out of the cold. I shrug off my coat, scarf and hang them on the coat pegs that line the wall to the left. I kick off my shoes as Sophie passes me my slippers. Yes I am that person, I have my own slippers at their house.
"Smells wonderful Soph" I say as I follow her into their large kitchen at the back of the house.
"Thank you, Ben's done most of it. Though he forgot the wine so he's literally just popped out for some". Their kitchen is absolutely beautiful. A mixture of country cottage and modern, but I suppose that's what you get when you're a millionaire movie star, you can have what you want, or rather what your girlfriend, I mean fiancé, wants. My kitchen is a mixture of soup kitchen and scrap heap in comparison so I admit I enjoy living vicariously through them when I have the opportunity. "How are you Sam?" she asks, leaning back against one of the counters.
"Yeah I'm good actually thanks. Thank you for inviting me by the way. I've missed you both" I say
"We've missed you too, Ben especially" we both laugh. "Seriously though, hasn't life got busy?" she adds.
"Tell me about it, Ben seems to be so busy these days", Sophie's look falters slightly, "Sorry I meant so busy for me. Like when I'm free he's off filming and when he's free I'm on stage" crap I'm an awful friend.
"Yeah he is really busy" Sophie adds, "I'm so pleased for him but I do miss him Sam" she adds.
"Of course you do" I say and go over to her to give her a hug. "I've never seen him happier than when he is with you. He'd drop all this in a heartbeat if you asked him"
"I know he would. He's a keeper" we pull away and both laugh.
"Do I hear my two favourite girls?" Ben calls from the hallway and we both laugh more. "What is funny?" he asks stepping into the room. His hair is all whipped up from the wind and he looks hilarious which only causes us both to laugh more uncontrollably. Tears are now running down my cheeks. "Hmmm. Well glad I amuse you" he says as he goes to Sophie and gives her a chaste kiss.
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