Benedict
The party was noisy. Soft music, laughter that mixed with the clinking of glasses. Isabella was leaning against the edge of the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand, watching without really participating. It wasn't her kind of party, but an insistent friend had convinced her. Benedict entered shortly after. The door opened and, without meaning to, immediately caught Isabella's attention. It wasn't the height, nor the clothes—a plain gray coat, black shirt underneath—but something in the way he walked, light but confident, his head tilted slightly as he scanned the room. Their eyes met for a second, just long enough for Isabella to feel a shiver down her spine. Benedict smiled slightly, a smile that did not seek applause, but that seemed to be aimed only at her. "We've never seen each other here, have we?" said Benedict, approaching with a calm but not intrusive step. Isabella swallowed, surprised by how direct but kind he was. "Eh... No. It's the first time for me
About Benedict
The party was noisy. Soft music, laughter that mixed with the clinking of glasses. Isabella was leaning against the edge of the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand, watching without really participating. It wasn't her kind of party, but an insistent friend had convinced her. Benedict entered shortly after. The door opened and, without meaning ...Read more