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Ben & Willa Caught Kissing
Captain Commanderco-stars, Ben Sutton and Willa Radford, were spotted getting cozy outside LA’s Soho House on Friday evening. The pair shared a romantic meal at the private club before leaving together. Photos of them kissing and embracing outside of the exclusive eatery have sent the interwebs into overdrive this holiday weekend.
The couple, whose onscreen chemistry has been lauded by audiences and critics alike, have been hounded by gossip that they’re dating ever sinceAna Ramos, a celebrity gossip blogger, first romantically linked Sutton and Radford last year. The rumors were reignited recently after aGood Morning, USAinterview with the co-stars went viral, fanning the flames of speculation.
And it turns out that the old adage is true—where there’s smoke,there’s fire!
Sources close to the pair confirm that they are indeed dating and have been for over a year.
This is a developing story, and we will provide updates as they occur.
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Carlisle
Upon leaving the pizza place on Friday, Harper suggested that we stay at Philip's condo for the weekend since he was still at his parents' house for the Thanksgiving holiday. A staycation, she called it. So, we quickly packed our bags and headed to his place, which is a lot more upscale than our complex.
Luckily, the weather cooperated and was warmer than usual, so Harper and I spent the weekend lounging at the pool, drinking copious amounts of wine, plotting Ben's demise, and avoiding our real lives.
My phone dying had one benefit—I had no way of contacting Ben because Harper wouldn't let me open the new phone charger she bought me. Given how intoxicated Harper and I were for much of the past two days, it was a blessing that we weren’t able to drunk dial him. That would not have been pretty.
But on Sunday, I emerge from my wine-fueled weekend with nothing to show for it but a still-broken heart, a terrible hangover, and a wicked sunburn.
On our travels back to reality, AKA the drive home, Harper glances at me while we’re idling at a stoplight. “I have an idea. Hear me out before you say anything, okay?”
Cocking my head, I shoot her a curious glance. “Alright.”
“Ever since we became roommates, we agreed that I’d clean and you’d cook, which isn’t very fair because my cleaning supplies cost a lot less than the ingredients you use to cook us dinners. In college, it didn’t matter since our parents were paying for everything, but now it does. Therefore, I’d like to propose a change. Why don’t I start paying for groceries?”
Harper’s worried about my financial situation, but it isn’t her problem. If I make a few adjustments and scrimp, I can make my meager savings last a month or two.
“Harper, you're sweet, but I don’t need your charity. You buy all your own food already. All I pay for is what I use to make us a meal once or twice a week. It’s no big deal. I’ll find a new job soon.”
And if not, I can donate plasma or sell a kidney on the black market.
My feet are pretty cute. Maybe I could sell feet pics online. I’ve heard that’s a lucrative market.
Oh, if I did that, would pedicures becomes something I could write off on my taxes?
“It’s not charity, Carlisle,” Harper responds fervently. “My thought was that you could use the extra money I give you for groceries to start building up your social media cooking accounts. Try to turn that into your job!”
I let her words sink in for a few moments before responding.Cooking is more appealing than foot photos. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask. Cooking makes you happy and you deserve to be happy.”
She’s planted a seed in my mind. If I really threw myself into it, could I become a full-time content creator? Harper’s right—I love to cook, and it does bring me joy.
“I mean, if all those teenage gamers can make millions on YouTube by playing Minecraft, surely you can make decent money by creating delicious food.”
“Don’t forget about the kid who unboxes toys.” I pause. "Okay, Harper. I’ll try it. At least until I find another job. In the meantime, if it turns into something more, great. If not, it’ll keep me busy and you well fed.”
And I need to stay busy to stay sane.
Glancing out the window, I realize that we’re only a few blocks from home and my nerves flutter uncomfortably in my stomach, swooping and diving at the thought of checking my phone. I need to hear what Ben has to say for himself. I want to find out what excuses he gave for leading me on and then dumping me.
But bit by bit, my bravery fades the closer we get to home. As my heart beats wildly, I unclench my jaw and push my shoulders back. I can do this. I want to do this. I need to face whatever is on my phone. No matter how painful, it will be better to know than not know.
Closure.
