Spilt Coffee: A Benedict Cumberbatch Love Story

One

        It was a cool autumn day and I was only just settling into my flat in London, after moving from New York. Two big cities in one year, it's not that I have never been to London before, I just never really familiarized myself with the city. Being a photographer can take you too the craziest places but London just seemed to be so settling. I decided to get out of the flat for some fresh air, since I had been unpacking boxes all day.

        One thing I didn't miss about New York was the god awful smells and the need to always be in a rush. I got to a small cafe to get something to drink when I saw a few people from the paparazzi following this man around. He was too busy having his head down causing him to knock me down, spilling my coffee."That was terribly rude, please, let me buy you another cup of coffee." He said politely while trying to help me up. While getting up, his light crystal blue eyes seemed familiar to me.

           I knew this man, I knew his voice. We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like a million lifetimes until one of the photographers started yelling "BENEDICT BENEDICT!!" The man with the blue eyes gave me a quick smile and said "I promise I'll get you another coffee, somehow." just as I was about to respond he went dashing off into some cab and sped down the street. I stood there dumbfounded allowing people to bump into me as I watched the cab turn the corner. I felt as I would soon meet him again.

           A couples weeks after settling into my new life, my best friend, Beth, had invited me to some party she was hosting at her flat, so that night I got dressed and made my way over. I honestly did not want to go but something inside told me I should. When I arrived I saw a few familiar faces scattered around the room. As I searched the room for my friend someone bumped into from behind causing me to spill my drink, "Oh I'm so sorry" a deep yet soft voice said, "Let me help you and I promise I'll get you anoth-" just before he could finish our eyes met and it was the same man from before.

        "Well, we have to stop meeting like this. I can't afford to keep replacing shirts." I said, this made me really proud of my flirty comeback.

        "Well maybe my balance gets a little questionable when I'm around attractive women." I didn't know what I was getting myself into. He was too charming, so I just stood there and smiled.

        "So how do you know the host?" He asked me, now was the time to win him over I thought to myself. Small talk was my specialty,

        "Well I did take photos of her for this magazine and we've kind of been attach at the hip ever since. How about you, Mr. Holmes?" I was feeling pretty proud of myself, usually I am never this confident and calm.

        "Oh so you know my secret," he gave out a deep laugh," I don't know the host all that well I came with a friend of mine, Tom, he's somewhere around here. " He said turning his head around acting as if he's searching for someone. "Yes, anyways what's your name I don't think I ever got it?" He asked.

        "I'm Norah Sutton nice to meet you," I say shaking his hand.

        "Norah Sutton! You're the photographer who did the spread in National Geographic about the African villages!" He exclaims.

        "Oh so you know my secret..." I give him a smirk,  "Yes that was me I know I do fashion at times, but my true calling is taking pictures for National Geographic."

        "God, I'm such a fan, that article was amazing," he laughs, "that was amazing work, really inspired me."

        "Well I'm honored Benedict Cumberbatch is a fan, I have to call my mother and tell her this, she doesn't believe that being a photographer was the best choice for me." I said with a deep playful sigh.