There are days when you wake up after a night of drinking and your head aches and your mouth is dry, and you try to piece together the events of last night. Ontheother hand, there are days when you wake up after a night of drinking and there's random people laying in your bed. Well, not that it happens to me often, but it happened to me today.
I woke up on a brisk September day with my head aching, surely from the night before, from the movie premiere of Imitation Game. I close my eyes again trying to recall all of last night's events. I remember blurred images, a few specific peoples face's and just the first drink I consumed, the rest is all missing. As I open my eyes the bed shifts in weight. "Sorry." I hear to my right. Okay, so there are a LOT of holes in my memory. I look to my right a see a woman standing next to the bed. "Um." I mumble. "Don't remember me?" She asks with a little laugh. "Not so much." I mumble sitting up. "Nothing happened, I helped you home. You wouldn't have made it without help." She says with a smile. "Thank you." I say leaning back against the black marble headboard attached to my bed. "I'll just be going." She says pinning her raven black hair up. "I never caught your name." I say leaning forward as she grabs, "Anastasia. Anastasia Whitmore." She says with the flicker of a smirk. "I'm Benedict...Cumberbatch." I say to her. Her wintergreen eyes flicker towards mine and a sweet smile spreads on to her face. "I know. Its a pleasure." She says before giving a nod. As she steps out into the hallway, her body becomes drenched in the sunlight. She was pale, her skin almost translucent and she had on a dark blue cocktail dress. Her make up was still pristine from last night. She was a pretty radiant sight. "Wait! Join me for breakfast!" I say to her, she turns her head to me. "You do owe me." She says reluctantly. "I do? Tell me all about it." "After you put a shirt on. " She says with a laugh walking down the hall.
"And just for the record I don't just get drunk and make people take me home. I'm a thirty eight year old man, you know?" I ask as she laughs before taking a sip of her tea."I believe you." She says with her lips above the rim of the cup. "I guess it just got crazy. Way to crazy." I mumble before picking up my orange juice. "From what I saw at the club, it was very crazy." Anastasia says sitting back and playing with her necklace. "How bad was I?" I ask the black haired girl across the table from me. "Umm... you were not good." She replies with a blush. "Well, it was very kind of you to bring me back home, I'm surprised I even remembered where I live to be honest. Scotch is not my friend." I say to Anastasia. "Well you did and here we are, drinking tea and eating biscuits." "I happen to think these biscuits are very delicious." I say holding up a biscuit. "Well it goes with your alcoholic drink choice as well. Doesn't it." She says with a playful smile and the wrinkle of her nose. "You're very smart with your mouth." I reply with a smile set on my lips. "You're weird." She says after a few seconds of silence. "Should I be offended?" I ask setting down my cup. "If you're not weird, you are weird." She says before raising the cup to her lips again. Her lips were full and a beautiful shade of pink, "Well then." I say with a laugh. "So what do you do? So I know that the second you leave this flat you won't go running to the Mirror and telling them my sleeping pattern." Anastasia laughs and bites some skin off her lip. "I'm a hair stylist." She says before setting down the cup of tea. "Oh, well that explains the perfect hair." She smiles widely. "Thank you...Well, since I am done with breakfast and our chat was more than lovely, I'll be going." She says with finality as she stands. "I'm sorry my biscuits weren't up to par." I say standing as well. "Maybe one day, if we see each other again you'll owe me dinner." She says before putting on a light brown pea coat. "I'll take you up on that offer." I say walking towards the door and unlocking it. From the few foggy hours of knowing this woman, she intrigues me and I want to know her, all of her. "Tonight." I say to her as she opens the door. "See you at 7." She sings to me without looking back. "Seven it is." I mumble closing the door and smiling.
I fix my tie and narrow my eyes at the mirror. I hope there aren't fans downstairs. Maybe Anastasia won't mind... Or maybe she will. Why am I freaking out? It shouldn't be a big deal, I just officially met her this morning but if she's kind enough to take a drunken me home, I should be kind enough to buy her dinner. God knows I owe it to her. As I comb my hair back the door bell rings and I smile to myself in the mirror before taking long strides to the door. I give myself a second to collect myself before opening the white door. Anastasia stands in front of me in a simple black dress. "Benedict." She says with a big smile. "Well I feel like I haven't seen you in ages." I joke opening my arm, inviting her in. "I know its been what? Twelve hours." I look towards the clock. "Thirteen hours." "Someone's been counting." She says before sitting down on the couch. I smile at her and walk over to my alcohol cabinet. "Would you like a drink?" I ask her, she raises a perfect black eyebrow, "Not if it's scotch." She says with a toothy grin. "Hilarious." I say before pouring myself some scotch. "So how old are you?" I ask sitting across from her. "How old do you think I am?" She asks while crossing her leg and bringing her perfectly manicured hand to her chin. "Oh come on." I reply with a laugh. "I'm 24. So! Time to tell me about yourself!" I take a sip from my glass and set down the cup. "At the restaurant." I say standing up and holding out my hand. She places her petite pale hand in mine and stands up before smoothing out her dress. "You look beautiful by the way." I say to her. "You look beautiful too." She says before standing on her tip toes and pushing more of my hair back. "You think you're hilarious don't you." I joke, she giggles and puts her hands down. "I KNOW I'm hilarious." She says before stepping back. "I'm so lucky I got you to take me home." "I'm lucky that I didn't feel a touch of compassion for any other drunkies at that party." She says before walking over and downing the rest of my scotch. I smile to myself and try to hide how pleased I am. "Shall we." I say leaning against the chair. She turns to me and nods. "We shall." "Alright." I say to her as I stride across the room and open up the front door. "After you m'lady." She steps out the door and I can't help but check out the back of her. Yes, it was nice. "Oh by the way." She says as she steps out into the hallway and turns to me. I check my pockets for my keys and wallet before closing the door behind me. "What's up?" I ask her, "There's women downstairs waiting for you." "How do you feel about that?" I ask her, "Not my boyfriend, not my problem." She says, "Well what about-" "We'll cross that bridge when it comes to it... If it comes to it. But, hypothetically speaking I'm fine with it." She says before smiling and turning around and pressing the button to call for the elevator. "Thatta girl." I mumble to myself with a smile before locking my door and walking next to her to wait for the elevator.
