What’s currently going on with Benjamin and 🌂⛈
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE BENJAMIN AND BAD WEATHER!
Benjamin stepped into the darkened pub and scraped his shoes off on the mat. Beads of rainwater flew from his hair and dripped from his beard as he let his shoulders drop. He’d had them hunched against the chill as he walked, his hands stuffed firmly into his pockets and his chin tucked down. The weather had been a surprise, bucking the forecasted afternoon sun and instead soaking the city with a drizzling mist, and the patrons inside the pub were all in various stages of drying off as they huddled over their pints telling tales of warmer days. Not here for stories, not today. Removing his damp outer layer and folding the wool pea coat over his arm, he scanned the crowded room for the face he was looking for. C’mon, you said you’d be here at- He checked his watch as he took a few more steps inside, an older gentleman coming in right behind him. It’s 3:30, where are-
“Oi, aren’t you a sight.” The familiar, sarcastic voice made him snap his head up from his wrist as Leo waved over from where he sat at a small table against the wall. “You look like a drowned rat, mate, what happened?” The younger man smirked over the rim of his pint as Benjamin made his way over to the table. “So in love you forgot your umbrella?” He snickered into the foam of his beverage as he gestured to the bartender for two more pints. “You do know that-”
Benjamin sunk into the empty barstool and cut to the chase. “Leo, did you know that your mother was involved with the restoration committee for the British Museum?”
