That One Night - Part 2
It was a rainy day in London, which was expected because, well, it was London. Rain poured down onto the streets as Pierce stood outside trying to flag down a cab for the two of them. He finally caught the attention of a driver and they quickly rushed into the back seat away from the drenched world outside, he of course letting her in first. He was taking her to a small coffee shop, a favorite of his which he visits often on his trips to London. She wasn’t sure of what to think at the moment, sitting in the back seat of a cab with him in silence. She had only just met him that morning, but there was something about him, something that drew her in. He wanted to say something, to break the awkward silence but he couldn’t find any words. He was in cab with Meryl Streep, taking her for coffee and he was nervous as hell. Get it together Brosnan, you’ve taken beautiful women out before… but not anyone like her. He was never very good at giving himself pep talks.
Fortunately for the both of them, the cab ride there wasn’t long and soon they were sitting at a small table in the corner of the cozy, warm shop. The atmosphere between them became more comfortable now that they weren’t crammed into the back of a wet cab together. He bought her a latte and they talked. He apologized for showing up late again; he told her how he almost didn’t show up because he was so scared of doing something like this. Musicals were something he’d never done before and previously thought he never would. They told each other about their lives, every detail. She told him about her family, her children, her past loves and he told her about his. They made an instant connection and found common ground with another as they both revealed to each other that they had lost a loved one to cancer, Meryl; her fiancé John and Pierce; his wife Cassandra. It was an emotional conversation for them both. Neither of them had ever had a person to really open up to on this subject, no one truly understood, not even their spouses but they understood each other because they had both lived through it and suffered the pain of loss. He spoke to her about the pain he still felt and the void in his heart, and she listened as she watched his beautiful eyes fill with pain and heartbreak. James Bond was vulnerable, and that was a picture she could never erase from her mind. The subject soon changed to lighter topics. He was making her laugh; he grew to love the sound of her infectious laugh. He hated to see her upset talking about her past tragedy.
The rain had stopped but the clouds had stayed. They walked side by side down the street together, as he promised he would walk her to her hotel. They no longer felt like strangers; it felt like they had known each other for years. Meryl scolded herself for judging him before she got to know him. He was very charming and perhaps one of the nicest people she had ever met. They arrived at her hotel and he walked her all the way up to her floor. He stood leaning against the wall, watching her as she fished for her room key inside of her purse.
“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. You’re absolutely stunning. I’m only here because I want to work with you,” he rubbed the back of his neck as his face turned bright red. “I just needed to get that off my chest.” She looked up at him, into those blue eyes and smiled.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Bond” she winked at him and opened the door to her room. Before she could walk inside he took her hand in his own and kissed it softly. “See you tomorrow, Pierce" she flashed him a smile, one that made him go weak in the knees.
“See ya, Mary Lou”. He leaned forward and took her by surprise by planting a kiss on her cheek before walking off, leaving her there with butterflies floating in her stomach. He walked down the corridor to the elevator, replaying everything in his mind; meeting her, taking her for coffee, walking her to her hotel. He couldn’t believe it. The woman he always had a thing for was now a friend, his co-star. But he felt something more. They already had a deep connection, he could feel it. Maybe it was just him, or maybe she felt it too. He didn’t know. But he did know that later that evening, she was last person he thought of before drifting off to sleep, and images of a blond haired woman and the sound of her laugh flooded his dreams.
Fortunately for the both of them, the cab ride there wasn’t long and soon they were sitting at a small table in the corner of the cozy, warm shop. The atmosphere between them became more comfortable now that they weren’t crammed into the back of a wet cab together. He bought her a latte and they talked. He apologized for showing up late again; he told her how he almost didn’t show up because he was so scared of doing something like this. Musicals were something he’d never done before and previously thought he never would. They told each other about their lives, every detail. She told him about her family, her children, her past loves and he told her about his. They made an instant connection and found common ground with another as they both revealed to each other that they had lost a loved one to cancer, Meryl; her fiancé John and Pierce; his wife Cassandra. It was an emotional conversation for them both. Neither of them had ever had a person to really open up to on this subject, no one truly understood, not even their spouses but they understood each other because they had both lived through it and suffered the pain of loss. He spoke to her about the pain he still felt and the void in his heart, and she listened as she watched his beautiful eyes fill with pain and heartbreak. James Bond was vulnerable, and that was a picture she could never erase from her mind. The subject soon changed to lighter topics. He was making her laugh; he grew to love the sound of her infectious laugh. He hated to see her upset talking about her past tragedy.
The rain had stopped but the clouds had stayed. They walked side by side down the street together, as he promised he would walk her to her hotel. They no longer felt like strangers; it felt like they had known each other for years. Meryl scolded herself for judging him before she got to know him. He was very charming and perhaps one of the nicest people she had ever met. They arrived at her hotel and he walked her all the way up to her floor. He stood leaning against the wall, watching her as she fished for her room key inside of her purse.
“You know, I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. You’re absolutely stunning. I’m only here because I want to work with you,” he rubbed the back of his neck as his face turned bright red. “I just needed to get that off my chest.” She looked up at him, into those blue eyes and smiled.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Bond” she winked at him and opened the door to her room. Before she could walk inside he took her hand in his own and kissed it softly. “See you tomorrow, Pierce" she flashed him a smile, one that made him go weak in the knees.
“See ya, Mary Lou”. He leaned forward and took her by surprise by planting a kiss on her cheek before walking off, leaving her there with butterflies floating in her stomach. He walked down the corridor to the elevator, replaying everything in his mind; meeting her, taking her for coffee, walking her to her hotel. He couldn’t believe it. The woman he always had a thing for was now a friend, his co-star. But he felt something more. They already had a deep connection, he could feel it. Maybe it was just him, or maybe she felt it too. He didn’t know. But he did know that later that evening, she was last person he thought of before drifting off to sleep, and images of a blond haired woman and the sound of her laugh flooded his dreams.