perhaps journalist Anthony geeking over how he somehow got supermodel Kate Sharma to be his wife ?
Journalist Anthony is absolutely… insane confused and befuddled about why one of the most beautiful women in the world agreed to date him, let alone the fact that they’re married.
He stands off the side the of her shoots, watching her work. and he stands back when they got to film premieres and fashion week, Watching people clamor for her attention. Watching as she tells other young girls how beautiful they are. How they don’t need to change for that.
“No offense, you’re a handsome guy,” Benedict mused one day as he watched Kate taking a photo with someone who’d asked for it as they left. “But how the hell are you married to that woman?”
Anthony laughed, “None take. There are millions of men who’d cut off their arm if it meant Kate Sharma would flirt with them. I’m not even a hold over from before she was famous who keeps her grounded which is the confusing thing. I’m just… she’s clearly insane though to be fair. She actually thinks she’s the lucky one.”
“I could do worse than you.” Kate laughed, kissing him quickly as she caught the tail end of their conversation. “I thought you were flirting with me at first anyway! Why else would you tell me you kept a calendar of me around?!”
“I panicked! I thought you would be mean and I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t expect insightful commentary!”
“More fool you, Anthony.”
“I was startled! You can’t just smile at men without warning, Kate. The Ancient Greeks used to fight wars over women who smiled like you did!”
Kate peered at Benedict, “I literally never thought I’d be married to a man desperate to tell me so much about the Trojan war but here we are. He’s cute when I tell him I loved the movie Troy.”
“It’s just not accurate, Kate! It’s not!”
