Shakespeare In The Park
Chapter 1 – The Café
In a secluded part of town, we found a little café where no one would know who we are. This was good, we like to have privacy, Benny hates it when we get interrupted. This café looked so small from the outside but as soon as you step inside the smell of freshly baked bread, cookies and cake greets you and the size of the little café seems irrelevant. It looks much bigger from the inside looking out towards the little street filled with small shops. We found a little table at the back of the room out of the way. The table was metres away from a window which provided perfect lighting. We put our picnic basket under the table up against the wall and I proceeded to order a cup of tea and a scone each.
"Tom, could I get some extra sugar for my tea please dear" Benny called after me.
"Anything you need" I said with a smile.
After being handed our order on a nice light blue and white tray, I carefully walked back to our table as to make sure I didn't spill any of the tea or break the nice white china cups. I placed the tray in the centre of the table and took my seat. No sooner had I looked up from taking a sip of my tea had I noticed that Benny was looking straight at me. I placed the cup back on the matching saucer because my hands were shaking. HE was looking at ME this was all I ever wanted. All I could see was his sea green eyes; they were shining in the light. I looked into those beautiful eyes for what seemed like hours as he stared back into mine.
All of a sudden a smirk came across his face, as though he had thought of something funny. He started to chuckle and his golden curls started bouncing as his head moved. Then all of a sudden there was a tingling sensation up my leg.
"Oh!" I exclaimed as it came as such a shock to me. He had taken his shoes off and was running his foot up the inside of my leg.
"I'm sorry" Benny said politely taking another sip of his tea.
"What for?" I replied
"Well... it seems" he trailed off, I waited for him to finish but he never did. Not being one to push people, I just smiled at him and said "How's your tea?"
"Divine" he replied taking a first bite of his scone. He then picked up my scone and held it to my face, taking a small bite, with my eyes still fixed upon his face, the light shining through the nearby window and bouncing off his hair and cheekbones.
We finished our tea and scones, leaving everything in a nice pile on the tray; we stood up and out of politeness thanked the café workers. Benedict stretched out his arm offering me his hand, without hesitating I took it. Walking in front of him with my arm stretched out behind me and his stretched out in front of him. Weaving through all the tables I led him out of the door.