Jasmine
Benjamin woke me up.
I felt like I had a hangover from last night. Not that I drank any alcohol, but I felt the same kind of shame I had after that one night in New York.
Why had I come here in the first place? It was a spur in the moment thing and kind of stupid, now I thought clearly.
He was still staring at me.
"How are you feeling Jasmine?" He asked me. "Why do you keep insisting on calling me Jasmine, I have never heard you say my name that much before." I said a bit grumpy.
Benjamin cocked his head to the side, looking curious. "What do you want me to call you then?" He challenged me. I shook my head. I hadn't thought this through either.
"Something else, I don't know. Anything… it sounds so…" I made a yukki face.
"Soo…" He prompted. "Distant." I decided it sounded like. Benjamin pouted his lips, with a hint of a smile.
