The hour was past appropriate, its continual progression bordering on vulgar.
Benjamin contemplated the contents of his glass.
“I should go.”
He prepared to stand, though with some difficulty, encumbered by the auburn spirit and the breadth of his heart. At variance with gravity, yet equipped with the fastidiousness of his nature, he gathered his lineal composure and recaptured his balance.
Lucy set her wine glass onto the crystal Freya, the extraordinarily handcrafted table of the Mulberry Vanir Collection, composed of Venetian glass and red beryl.
“I’ll have a car brought ‘round.” She would say.
She started to stand.
“That’s very kind, though I intend to walk.”
Lucy stood upright, directly in front of the de Gris Laurent heir, though swaying slightly like the Kvalsund Bridge.
“Ben, you cannot walk now. It’s four a.m.”
Benjamin smiled, his face near enough to graze the amber fibers on her head.
“The air is brisk.”
Lucy addressed him, sleepily.
“You mustn’t walk now! You mustn’t! I absolutely…”
She faded momentarily, before coming to.
“I forbid it.”
Benjamin considered her words, before nodding in acknowledgement.
“A taxi, then.”
Lucy smiled an intoxicated grin.
“A taxi it shall be. I will have Renaldo see to it.”
She turned and started for her crimson Chanel coat.
“Lucy. Stay here and rest. I’ll hail one as I go.”
“No! That won’t do! What if something should happen to you?”
Benjamin was overcome by her concern, though aware of her inebriated state.
“I’ll take caution.”
“I’ll hail one in front of the building.”
“Let me accompany you or I’ll worry.”
“I’ll have Renaldo assist me.”
Lucy paused momentarily and remembered the efficient nature of the doorman.
She beheld Benjamin in a glassy gaze.
“May I walk you to the door?”
Benjamin smiled, as Lucy took leave of her couture fleece. He proceeded toward the door, where he was well met by the somnolent enchantress.
“Thank you.” She would say, accompanied by the radiance of her smile. “For the pleasure of your company.”
Benjamin acknowledged, though refused to behold her, moving hastily past her through the portal.
Lucy leaned against the door, as Ben idled in the corridor, adjusting the collar on his black Gucci pea coat.
Satisfied with the wool coverage upon his neck, he turned to her.
“You are the beginning of my life.”
Implode. Part LII – DK