It's been a couple of months since you started hanging around with Benedict and his friends, and it's now closing night of the play. After the show ends, there's a big cast party for the entire cast and crew of the show, plus,friends and family at a local restaurant. Benedict and you share a taxi over from the show, and are sharing compliments back and forth about each of your acting jobs; him, complimenting you on your devotion to character, and you, complimenting him on his ability to make any character his own.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you aren't surprised at all to see all of your friends (Tom, Martin, Amanda, David, and Olivia) there, but from the moment you two walk in, Olivia has her hands immediately on Benedict. She's hugging him, hanging on his arm, and he doesn't even seem to notice. You can't remember the last time you felt this twinge of jealousy in the pit of your stomach, but it was really wearing on you. You kept trying to play it off, by not looking at them, or laughing extra loud to keep any suspicions that you might be uncomfortable away, but you could tell it was not working. Soon, but not soon enough, the group decides they want to head over to Tom's flat to continue the party because the retaurant was about to close. Thankfully, this triggered a realization about how late it really was to Olivia, and she decides to head home instead.

When Olivia announced that she was leaving, you let out a less than muted sigh of relief. Finally, you thought to yourself. I can have Benedict back! You found yourself immediately loosening up, and smiling and laughing with the others as you each waited for a taxi. You and Benedict were the last to catch a taxi. He opened the door for you as you sid into the back, and he got in beside you. You two joked around about Martin and Amanda, and how inseperable they were all night. You joke about how they kept having these moments where their eyes would meet and they would just sit there for a second smiling like a couple of idiots, and almost on cue, you and Benedict lock eyes. You both go dead silent for what seems like forever, just smiling at each other. The distance between you was closing, and quickly, and just as your lips were about to meet, the taxi stopped. The driver cleared his throat, and you looked away quickly, embarrassed.

Benedict payed the cab fare, and grabbed your hand to help you out of the taxi and onto the street. You were sure you were feeling more electricity than normal pulsing out of your hand and his as your fingers were locked together. Your hands stayed together like this as you walked up to Tom's flat, and even as you came through the door; which, you and Benedict didn't seem to notice, but everyone else sure did!

When you walked in, music was already playing and everyone was already dancing around. Tom announced that, now that Benedict was there, the fuzeball tournament would begin, so all of the guys made their way over to the table. You poured yourself a drink, and made your way over to the sofa where Amanda and Martin were talking, laughing, and goofing off and took a seat next them.

"Why aren't you competing, Martin?" It was obvious that he was too engulfed in his girlfriend to care about an all boys 2-1 tournament that Benedict was obviously winning.

"Oh, I've never been very good at fuzeball, myself. I always end up on Ben's team and just kind of standing there. It's much more comfortable over here, just watching." But his eyes weren't on the game at all. His gaze kept moving from Amanda's face to their entangled hands and back again. You couldn't help but grin at the obvious connection they shared, it was nothing less than adorable, and made you a little sad that you didn't have anyone like that in your life.

"Oh yeah, that makes sense," you let out a chuckle. "He's not much of a team player." You realized you were just kind of staring at him now. His furrowed brow as he concentrated on the game, the crooked grin he would get when he was about to make a winning move, and the muscles tensing up in his forearms everytime he would turn a knob to hit the ball... there was a chuckle from next to you.

Amanda leaned over, so as to be as quiet as possible. "You know, he may not make a good team player, but he's excellent in a relationship. Especially, with someone he really cares about." Your face immediately went red. Were you really being so obvious that she noticed your stares? You stumbled over a few words, trying to respond to her.

"Bu-but how? How did you?"

"Well, for one, you haven't stopped staring at him all night," your face felt heated. "And two, you were definitely holding hands when you walked in!" You couldn't help but laugh with her. You weren't exactly hiding your feelings very well, but you didn't realize just how obvious they really were.

"Do you think he's noticed? I mean, I don't want him to get all freaked out that I might have feelings for him, or anything." You were feeling a bit nervous. Had he noticed? And did he have feelings for you too? You could have sworn for that moment, in the taxi, that he was going to kiss you, but that could have been your imagination.

"I think you're secret is safe," Amanda and Martin were both laughing pretty hard at this point. "At least, with us, anyway."

The night continued on and Benedict won the fuzeball tournament, twice. You all continued to dance, joke, and goof off until there were bits of light coming in the windows. Tom announced that "unlike you losers, [he] had a life and needs some sleep" so he kicked you all out. Amanda, Martin, and David all headed off down the street, since their flats were within walking distance, but instead of following them, to his flat, Benedict offered to make sure you got home safely. You couldn't resist the offer, and hailed a taxi for the both of you.

Inside of the taxi, you both sat silent for a few minutes. Until Benedict cleared his throat. "So did you have fun tonight?"

"Oh yeah, loads. Martin and Amanda are actually really quite enjoyable when you can get them talking about something other than each other." You both chuckled a little. "Great job at fuzeball, by the way. I don't think I have ever witnessed that much skill at table futball before!"

"Oh that? That was purely luck." Did he just blush? No, it must have been a trick of the light.

"Not according to Martin, he's convinced you could win every round you play." You were just sort of babbling now, as you were feeling a bit awkward complimenting him this much. "Anyway, so did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, it was definitely eventful. Hey, what was going on earlier, when we were at the cast party, I mean? You seemed a little upset." You face went immediately flush. What were you supposed to say? Oh nothing, just got jealous at Olivia for totally throwing herself at you because I really, really like you? Well that definitely wasn't going to happen.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I was just thinking about some stuff, like the play being over and all, just going to miss it. It's nothing important." You put on your best fake smile, and wished he would fall for it.

"You know, there's nothing going on between Olivia and I..." WHAT. "She wants there to be, but I don't know, she's just not really my type, you know?" His brow furrowed a bit. You couldn't think of what to say next. Do you ask him what his type is? Do you ask him if Amanda told him about your earlier conversation? You had no idea where this was going.

"Oh?" Well, that was profound. The taxi stopped in front of your flat. Benedict helped you out, and told the driver to wait. He walked you up to your door. You couldn't hold it in anymore, you just had to know. "So if she isn't your type, than who is?" Your focused on the ground, "I mean, she's just so smart, and beautiful, an-"

"So are you." He brushes the hair out of your face, and with two fingers lifts your gaze to meet his. He smiles sweetly and leans in, then places a gentle kiss on your lips. He opens the door for you and guides you in, and with one last goodnight kiss he whispers, "I'll see you tomorrow, Love," and he leaves.