AN: Hello readers!
This story was inspired by 's story Dream For Me Tonight, a Tom Hiddleston/OC story. This story is, however, not a Tom Hiddleston/OC story. It is a Benedict Cumberbatch/OC story and takes place in the same universe as her story. I hope you enjoy. PM me if you have any questions, comments, concerns. Reviews are always read and answered one way or another.
The sound of pencils scratching on paper could be heard in the office, then the sound of an eraser, and then finally the crumpling paper and toss to the trash can. It missed, the metal making a faint noise before thudding on the floor. The woman who threw the sketch away started again, drawing the figure of a man who was tall, with a long dark jacket and dress shirt, which pulled a bit at the buttons.
"Hey Terri?" The name came after a light knock, a short, blonde woman standing at her door, "How's the sketch going?" The other woman watched as another ball of paper flew to the trash can.
"Awful." Teresa replied, sighing in frustration, "None of my sketches made it past Round One." She said as she motioned to the full trash can behind her, paper scattered about on the floor from missed attempts.
"Maybe you need a break?" Her friend said as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorframe. "There are a few of us from the concept team going to go to London for a tour. We'll be gone for a few months and they have one more opening. You haven't had a real vacation in three years, why not come?"
"Kelly I really doubt going to London now will help for this character."
"Maybe it will. Come on Terri you have to come." Kelly begged her hazel eyes big and pleading. Teresa looked at her friend and frowned, not liking that puppy dog look. She shook her head but Kelly still stood there, waiting for her friend to say yes.
"Ohhh…Fine fine, if it'll stop your begging I'll go."
"Awesome! I promise you'll have fun, you always do." She said, hugging Teresa quickly, "Now back to work before Harold catches us." At his name Teresa groaned, turning back to the paper in front of her. She looked at the piece of sketch paper and sighed, trying again for the main character. She put one stroke of the pencil down on the paper and growled in frustration, tossing the whole pad behind her and putting her head on the desk.
London in January was - in one word - freezing, absolutely freezing. Teresa - who was normally a very talkative person - just let her teeth chatter. She was much more used to the warm climate of Burbank, California. She was bundled up in a dark gray wool jacket, blue knit scarf with matching knit hat, and blue finger-less gloves so she could use her phone properly, though at the moment her hands were shoved into her pockets. Her legs had a pair of black wool leggings and another pair of normal leggings under that, stuffed into black boots.
Kelly - Teresa's coworker and boss - was originally from Wisconsin and was used to the chilly climate. Though her three years in California meant she was a bit sensitized to chilly weather. She wore a blue ski jacket with white earmuffs and a white wool scarf, her legs in jeans with knee high boots. Teresa grew up in Phoenix, Arizona so she naturally was never sensitized to cold weather.
"Kelly, where are we going again?" Teresa asked, shivering.
"This really neat pub my friend Laurie told me about. She said it had really good food and was relatively quiet in terms of the nightclub scene. She said she'll meet us there tonight."
"Good, I hate not knowing people."
"Like that stopped you before." Kelly laughed, her breath making fog in the air. As they walked toward the bar there were cameras everywhere, and Kelly started walking to the restaurant but someone in a police jacket stopped her.
"Hold up ma'am. No one comes into the bar until they're done."
"What are you talking about?" Teresa asked, walking up to him.
"Americans," He said, shaking his head, "They're filming a scene for an upcoming TV show, once they cut you can go in, they still want the place to have some sort of restaurant feel and don't want to pay extras." Teresa sighed, shaking her head.
"Fair enough, we can wait." She said, shivering. As the girls stood there in the cold a man ran out in a jacket and was nearly hit by a car that was standing by for that scene, and as they ran off down the alley the director yelled 'CUT!' and the two men walked back, both grabbing jackets for the chill. "Can we go in now?" She asked.
"Yea you can go in." The policeman said, letting the two girls walk into the bar, which was set up to look like an Italian restaurant. Teresa walked up to the bar and the barmen walked up, smiling.
"Hello ladies, what can I get you tonight?"
"Gin and tonic for me, red wine for her." Teresa said, pointing to Kelly as she shrugged off her jacket, showing off a large dark brown sweater that went past her hips. After she sat at the bar she took out her sketchbook and started sketching the people around her.
The men that ran out of the bar were back at the table now, apparently for a retake of the scene they just shot. Teresa turned to look at the actor with his back to the wall, and sketched a quick profile. High, prominent cheekbones, dark curly hair, and his upper lip was just like Cupid's bow.
He was quite handsome, if she was honest.
"Terri."
"What?" Teresa looked at Kelly, blinking a bit as she looked away from the actor.
"You're staring."
"Oh."
AN: I hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are always appreciated, short and sweet or long and wonderful. I don't care about the length so long as you leave one!
