Fiery Pages (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Stupidity, stupidity everywhere

Summer got out of her small car and walked towards the attractive man. The man looked up to her a look of surprise on his face. His eyes were a mixed color of blue and green and his hair was a ruffled auburn material. "May I help you?", Summer asked. "Yes, please, oh thank you. I can't get a signal from here and it seems like we're in the middle of nowhere.", he replied sightings and running a hand through his messy hair, surprising Summer that he has a British accent "Er... you can get a ride from me, if you want?", she offered, unsure of her answer thinking that he might be a hitchhiker but she shook that thought because she was certain that he had seen him before somewhere. "That's very kind of you. Thank you very much.", she nodded while making their way to the car.

The car ride was very silent. As soon as he had signal he had rung for a tow truck and that was all before it went back to silence.

"So... where were you heading to?, the Brit asked her.

"Oh uh to get inspiration,".

"Maybe I should head off then?".

"No I don't actually mind being late. I'm just taking photos of a model. No big deal."

The man smiled at her making her hair stand but not in a bad way "my friend is just up there you can pull over love," he smiled pointing to a man.

She pulled the car over I front of the man who she could now notice as Martin freeman, he stood in front of a Starbucks with his hands in his pockets and shades on. The man in her car looked at her and a sudden realisation clicked inside her "thank you very much love, I'll owe you one,"

She can see the Starbucks on her rearview mirror now. Summer thought to herself that at least this is not a typical boring day. This day must be full of regret.