Benedict Cumberbatch

Chapter 1

Oh, shit. My first day in London and I discover I've forgotten my hairbrush in America. Probably because of the excitement of "starting a new life" and all that. Classes at Manchester University wouldn't begin in a month, but I came earlier to get used to the city. It's cold, beautiful and rainy. Awesome. I was staying in a hotel, which had only like, a twin bed and drawers, a small bathroom, no TV nor wifi. Trying to settle my hair down on the mirror (and failing) I find out that I am also really hungry. It's 8am. I look up a good coffee place near myself and out some clothes on: jeans and a navy-blue blouse, with my black overcoat. I take my iPad and phone, the shoulder bag (not used to purses) and head off down Wilfred Road. The coffee place is called Blue Jasmine. It is really crowded, and this usually pisses me off, but I'm in London, so I'll try and take it easy. I find a 2 person table and sit down, log into the wifi and start watching Doctor who on Netflix, drinking chocolate milk. Half an hour goes by, and I am immersed in the episode, when a guy walks behind me and says: "Excuse me, I'm really sorry to bother, but can I sit here? Everywhere else in full..." He has this manly and British voice. I didn't even look at him, trying to resume my concentration in the world of fiction, but replied: " Sure, I don't mind." He orders tea, and starts reading a book. He is sitting right in front of me, but I don't notice him much. Until the episode ends, and I take out my headphone, which was still plugged, so it reproduced the Doctor who final theme song. "Wait, was that Doctor who?" The guy asks me. "Yeah, actually." I look finally at his face. "I love that series, It's bloody brilliant!" He smiles. I just stare at him. Caramel hair pushed backwards, green/blue/gray/whatever beautiful eyes, thick eyebrows and heart melting lips... Not to mention the high perfectly formed cheekbones. I know that face. I am looking at none other, than Benedict Cumberbatch."Oh, sorry, name's Benedict." He stretches out his hand for me to shake, standing up. I stand up to, and shake his hand. I am looking at him like he's some sort of alien." Say something" I think to myself. "Any words would do." There are only two words in my head: Benedict Cumberbatch. I finally exhale and say " C-Cumberbatch?" Stupid. Why would you say that? " Yes, that would be me. So you know me?" He asked. "Big fan, actually" I reply. "Brilliant! Always nice to meet a fan." He then surprised me. Took my hand and kissed it. Oh, god, those were the softest lips... "And you are..." He asked. "Amy. Amelia, actually, but since I don't like it, just... Amy." I said. "Do you fancy going outside to talk? It's too crowded in here. I mean, if you finished breakfast, of course." He proposes. "S-sure! Why not? Just, hum... Have to pay first..." I say. "Yes, of course, let's go to the queue." We walked towards it. "By the way, I love you as Sherlock Holmes." I told him, slightly shy. "Haha, figured you'd be a Sherlockian, also, you seem like one." I smiled, him too "Oh, and on Star Trek?" I said, feeling sort if more confident, now. "I was totally rooting for Khan." He started laughing and I did too. "Oh, I guess we're up." He said. I started looking for my wallet. Wait, "we"? I thought. I looked at him, who was already handing his card to the cashier lady. "Good morning" he told her. "No way, I'm paying for mine!" I said. " Definitely not. I already interrupted your breakfast, it's the least I can do." He said, shaking his hands at me, the cashier lady smiled, looking at us, in a most uncomfortable way... I blushed a lot. " Oh, hum, thanks..." I said, almost muttering. " My pleasure. " he said, leading me out of the coffee house and thanking the cashier.