#siippycups

          a long day had been way ahead of benji ( nothing he’s not used to ) but externally exhausting nevertheless, one in which he’s going home to WIFE for. seemingly according to every magazine ever his life comes off as well picture perfect yet it’s everything but that for the matter & it’s almost upsetting to think about if he truly had the time to sit down & do so. tonight is much different . . . he’s got a good twenty messages from her & it fills his head so much he almost doesn’t want to go home, but he does being the reliable husband he’s always aimed to be. it’s not until she’s in his ear about things for yet another day ( that never seems to end ) which of course just ends up with him tossing his bag to the corners, responding with snippy remarks & leaving it at that. he’s never been one to yell, not at a woman . . . & certainly not at the one he married for that matter. life all together has been all too stressful & it’s not until he’s properly met what seems to be the most quintessential person he’s met in his entire life one day in a park located just around the corner from one of his main locations in new york who happened to be sat on the bench he was inches away on. she’s absolutely b e a u t i f u l, benji thinks & GOD would he have given anything & everything to properly get to know her more than just a few glances ( or long gazes in his case ) towards this alluring sight. now & again they’ve met at the same location for the past few weeks, it’s almost strange how much he expects for her to come, sit & have a conversation with him more than once . . . truth of the matter is he enjoys talking to her a solid thousand times more than he’s ever enjoyed talking to his wife ( unfortunate ) but very true. “ s’nice t’ see you again. ” he finally says, a bright emerald gaze to match with the dimples deepening into slightly flushed cheeks before he’s back to admiring beau just as much as he had when he’d first laid eyes upon her.