My name is Benedict. Hello there!

He laughed a low warm laugh, "No, not Bilbo or Gandalf. Think more sinister..." He gave a playful smirk and growled a low, "Thief..."

Benedict wiggled into the car, the effort much easier than the previous time, and flashed a smile, "That shouldn't be much of a problem. I've gone there several times. Just start by exiting the lot, and turn right."

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He scrunched his brow together, tilting his head to the side slightly, "Why would I say it if it wasn't true?" He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with a smile, his hand slipping into hers, "Com'on. We parked in lot B, correct?"

Callie smiled as she took the water bottle he offered her.  “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute!”  She wasn’t very hungry so she wasn’t planning on getting much.  She quickly got herself some salad and fruit and then went over to join him.

Spooning some noodles into his mouth, he gave a grin, "So! Callie! Big day so far. What's been your favorite part? Anything in particular?"

He spun around and beamed, "Oh Cheryl, you look lovely! That shirt looks wonderful on you." It really did. It was form fitting, went along with her skirt, and even made her eyes pop. She looked lovely. His smile grew and he walked over, planting a small kiss on her head, "Are you ready my dear?"

Pep was lost in the street. It was going dark and it was beginning to rain. She had no money and nobody was around. "Goodness, Pep. You've got yourself into a mess now haven't you?" She sighed and sat down, back to an apartment building. She was getting undesirably soaking wet through and very cold.

A smile grew across Pep’s cheeks as she buried her head into Benedict’s chest. He was warm and had a steady heartbeat, relaxing her and making her feel good. “I want to forever stay beside you.”

He ruffled her hair with a smile, "We'll see what we can do." With a smile, and a boop of her nose, he started to guide her to the kitchen, "Let's start on that apple crisp, yeah? That'll warm you right up."

He stuck his tongue out playfully at her taunting before his eyes grew wide. Clapping his hands to his face, his spun around so his back was to her, his ears glowing a light shade of red. "Just um... Tell me when you're done okay?" He didn't want to be rude after all, "And then I'll just grab a shirt and a light jacket quick and we can go. Is that alright with you?"

"At home?" Benedict leaned forward a bit in thought, "Not really. I mean, I have my family, and a few friends, but besides that..."  He shook his head, "It's mostly just the work." He tilted his head to the side, "And what about you? Is there anyone at home for you?"

She nodded with a smile. “Yes. I always like to have the person I’m photographing to pick pictures since it’s their photos that are being published. It’s my own small personal rule.” She stated with a shrug.

"That's a good rule," he said with an approving nod.