Random Encounter

Chapter 11 - The Room

I walked into the hotel room and was left stunned and froze on the spot at what I saw. Firstly the room or suit was amazing. The biggest room I had ever seen with a king size bed in the middle against the wall and the usual bedroom furniture, bed side tables, wardrobe etc. Around the room are dotted candles making the room inviting, like an arm of perfume pulling me into the room, I steep inside further into the room, still unable to speak. “I can't believe Robert has done all this for me.”

 Robert comes up behind me after closing the room door that I left open and puts his mouth to my ear and whispers “Do you like the room?”

“Are you kidding me? How could anyone not love this?” I thought.

 My mind finally seemed to snap out of it and I found words escaping my mouth with faint lip movements.

“Robert....I love of it, of course I do. How could anyone not love this?” I say while gesturing around the room. “It's like a movie set.”

“That was the idea my lady” He so smoothly slips back into his Sherlock accent. “God hes so attractive right now in his Sherlock outfit, the accent and this room combined; I don't know how much longer I can take this.”

 Robert then unhooks himself from the hug he enveloped us both in and gets a neatly bound stack of papers from a table in the corner of the room and returns to stand in front of me.

 “Maria I want you to do something with me.”

 “And what would that be Sherlock?” Well if hes going to dress like that then his nickname for the evening has to Sherlock, does it not?

 “I have here a script and I would very much like you to read lines with me.”

“Omg really? Seriously how did he know I have always wanted to do that?”

“Yeah sure, of course. Can I ask what script it is?”

 “It's from a very early draft of Sherlock Holmes 3.”

“Oh my god really? That's so cool. How come you are allowed to have it at such an early stage?”

“Well the writers wanted my opinion on it, but I find it easier to act out the lines rather than just read them to myself. That way I can give the writers more constructive feedback.”

“That's nice of you. I'm not promising to any good at this but, lets give it a go.”

We start acting out the scene described on the paper I am now holding and reading the lines. Robert acted out Sherlock Holmes right in front of me. I could not believe what was this night had turned into. At one point I had to reach out the touch him, just to make sure he was really there and I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn't of course but I still couldn't believe how sweet he was being. I had only had one boyfriend before Robert and he would never have done anything like this for me, so I guess I was just used to being treated like that, and then Robert bumps into my life, showing me how a lady should be treated, I guess I'm going to have to get used to this.

When we where finished Robert takes the script off me and places it back on the table.

“Sorry Robert I wasn't very good at that.”

“Maria, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why do you always put yourself down? You always say your not going to be good at things, your always really critical of your own work.”

I think for a while. “I know what hes saying is true and it doesn’t bother that hes brought it up, but I really don't know the answer to that question.”