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The Coffee Shop (10th Chap-Final)

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Taglist: @ca-loki

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"So, Isa, how did it happen?" - This was my first interview after Anthony. When Thom and I finished your last film, he gifted us a trip trough Greece, a place I dreamed to go to. There, he asked me to marry him, a proposal I accepted with no second thoughts. And then, a year after that, we discovered that I was very much pregnant. Now, Tony is two, and I'm going back to work.

"Stephen, I think it happened just like fangirls would like it to happen." - I said, laughing. "Well, I met him when I worked as a singer in a restaurant. Funny enough, I didn't recognize him right away, even though I had seen pretty much all his works." - I finally answered his question. "Oh, and Tom, how did you know that she was the one? I mean, you have half a world dreaming about you, and back then, Isa was not THE Isabela Birch we know now." - Just hearing that made Tom laugh. "Hehehehe. Well, I'm not pretty sure if you've ever heard her singing, but I may tell you that it is just amazing. I was going back home, and I was incredibly hungry, so I just got inside the first restaurant I saw. Isa was singing there, and hearing her voice made my heart skip a beat. I just kept going there, trying to find the courage to ask her out. And funny enough, I kinda never did." - He said. "Oh honey, that's not truth, you always ask me out." - I said. "I only did after we kissed, heheheh. Well, as I was saying, I would always see her eyes on me, I think she knew my face was familiar, but could not quite figure out where she knew me from. One day, she just came to my table and asked. When she pulled the chair in front of me, I just realized that I should marry this girl." - My chest was warm. Thomas is just so… I don't even have the words to explain it. "Well, I guess you got what you wanted, hahaha." - Said Stephen. "Indeed." - Tom and I said, together.

When someone asks me why I believe in faith, that's why. I have a dream life, married to the sweetest guys I've ever met, I have a little boy who's smarter than I am myself. I work with my husband, my dream profession. That's just how it was supposed t be. It was written in the stars and no one can convince me the other way.

My life turned upside down, transformed itself in a story that I would not believe to be truth some years back. All because a gorgeous star was hungry, and I was low on money.

And I thank The Coffee Shop for that.

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Where I Need To Be (9th Chap)

Warnings: None.

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——————————————— “You know we are supposed to get up.” - I woke up feeling my back pressed against a hard chest, hands around my waist and a hot breath on my neck. “But I don’t want to.” - He slept at my place, and funny enough, so did Bobby, and he and my cat got along well. “Isa baby, we gotta go, they start the shooting preparation in an hour.” - Thomas said, trying to get me to get out of bed. “Oh, fine. But I hate you.” - I said. - “Nah, you don’t.” - He smirked. “Yeah, no, I don't.” - I laughed too. “Isabela Birch, it is so nice to finally meet you.” - Said our producer. I was visually nervous, I don’t think I was prepared enough for this event. “Mister Matt, the pleasure is all mine.” - I said, extending my hand. Lord, this is it, I’m actually a real actress.

“Chill out” - Thomas sent me a text message. “Easy to say, mister Loki Famous Laufeyson” - I answered. “Easy to do, miss to be Morgan Famous Stark.” - Lord, I hate him. “You’ve been doing this for 10 years.” - I whispered when I got close to Tom.

Mr. Matt was showing us around. Although I was the only one new, they had changed the studio a bit, so everyone needed a tour. Tom was holding my hand the whole time, what got us some confused looks from the staff, and the other colleagues. Who needed to know, knew, so I was not worried.

The next week, we started to actually shoot and do all the stuff, being there made me feel that life has it's ways to make you go where you need to be, because I've never been happier in my life, and having Tom by my side makes me the best version of myself.

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You Just Don’t Know It Yet (8th Chap)

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Thomas was petting Hades, while I was getting popcorn and soda. We decided to watch Yesterday, a film that involves the Beatles, and I’ve been excited to watch it for a while. The film ended, and we were in the middle of a make out section when Thomas’’ phone buzzes. “I’m so sorry, love. Oh, it’s Luke, I have to take it.” - Luke is Tom’s publicist, and I was quite afraid of what he had to say, I mean, you don’t call anyone on a Sunday, nine PM, at least it is incredibly important. I could only hear Tom saying things like: “I know, I’m sorry, I should have told you.” or “Man, it is still recent, it’s been only a day.” and “Yeah man, I know. But I had to do something rememberable, it was a first date.” - and that was when I discovered that it had something to do with me and our date. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. The pictures show nothing. Let’s just leave it quiet for a while.” - He said, then he was silent for a while. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know. Now go have some fun man, no need to work on Sunday. I see you tomorrow, mate.” - Then he hung up the call and sat back on the sofa with me.

“So, care to tell me what was it?” - I said, worried. He just grabbed his phone and showed me some of the pictures that Luke had sent him. Damn, paparazzi are something else. They took pictures of our date from outside the gates, but the pictures showed nothing, we were careful, as I said before. There was no kiss, no hugs, all they had was two people chatting and eating, something pretty normal for a friendship. Since we started to hang out together, they had pictures of Thomas and I getting inside his car, getting inside Sebastian’s party. But nothing alarming, so it was fine. “Is there something to worry about?” - I asked. “Honey, I really don’t mind, even if the pictures showed something. But they don’t, so people will just keep wondering what are we, but that’s nothing new.” - He answered me. “Well, the only difference is that…” - then I sit on his lap, facing him. “... now we are something indeed” - He laughs, cups my cheeks and kisses me. “Do you want to keep it as a secret?” - I ask him. “I want to shout to the whole world that this beautiful lady here is my girlfriend, so that all of them can know that I’m yours. But Luke asked me to keep it quiet for a while. But if you want them, the fans, to know, I can tell them.” - He says, “Girlfriend?” - I ask. “Well, I never asked you, but even if I’m not your boyfriend, you’re my girl.” - He says, and I laugh. “I’m serious. I’m quite used to hearing ‘Tom is my boyfriend, he just doesn’t know it yet’ coming from fans. So, you’re my girlfriend, you just didn’t agree with it yet.” - He says, and I keep laughing. “Just for the record, I’m yours too, and you’re my boyfriend, deal with it.” - And saying so, I kissed him.

“You should sleep here. If you want to.” - Thomas and I were staring at the floor, cuddling, and we just did not want to leave that moment. “I mean, I’ve slept at your place quite some times. I have a spare room and I have a considerable amount of shirts of yours here.” - I was afraid of his answer. “Okay. I like this idea, but I need more stuff than shirts, darling” - he said “Okay, I get it, maybe next time.” - I said, sadly. “Oh no, honey. I’ll get the stuff here, wait just a second that I’ll give someone a call, be right back.” - He said.

“I got ‘em” - He said, when he opened my room’s door with a backpack in his hands. “What? How?” - No one has the keys for his place. “I guess you’ll never know. Where’s Hades?” - What? Just like that? “In he’s bed. Who’s taking care of Bobby?” - I mean, someone has to feed the dog. “The same person who grabbed my stuff.” - Man, just tell me already. “I hate you!” - I said “No, you don’t” - He answered. “Yeah, I do not.” - I said. “I’m going to have a bath, keep the cat entertained, please.” - I said, when I was already inside the bathroom. “Would not do anything else.” - He answered me, laughing.

“What happened to you? Not begging for Marvel films? Are you okay? Do you need water?” - We were in my bed choosing what to watch. When we're together, and have nothing to do during the night, we don't do anything other than watching films.“I’m going to hit you with a chair if you don’t pick the film and cuddle with me. You have two minutes.” - I tried to keep my face as plain as possible, so that it could at least seam that I was serious, because we both knew that I was not. “Okay, okay. Sorry boss.” - He chose ‘The Guns Of Navarone’. I was quite afraid to watch it because it was released in 1961. My grandma mas seven in 1961. But well, he always lets me choose, so I’ll cut him some slack. The film wasn't that bad, I actually liked it. “What? Is it that easy to get inside an island dominated by Nazis, destroy two giant cannons, then go away with the 2,000 British soldiers like it's just another Monday? What?” - Seriously, the film is good, but that’s just impossible. “Seriously darling? We watched two hours and forty minutes of war and killing, and all you can think about is how unreal the plot is? Live the moment.” - He laughed. “Sorry mister plot writer.”- I laughed with him.

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Screw It (7th Chap)

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“It was very nice to meet you all, and thank you again for the hospitality, Seb.” - We were leaving. Tom was going to give me a ride home, and If I must admit, I had the feeling that it would be awkward. But the party was really great, most of them asked me to call them by nicknames, if I wanted to, I met the people that I’m ‘in love with’ since I was a child. I mean, it was amazing. When we approached Tom’s car, he opened the door so that I could get in, then he got himself inside the vehicle. Thomas kept driving, but both of us remained silent. “I guess this is where I leave.” - I said, when he parked in front of my building. “Isa” - He started, when I opened the door. “Night, Tom, see you.” - And so, I got out of his car and slammed the door. Then I walked to the building entrance. Tom always waited a bit, parked, so that he could be sure that I would get in safe. But today, after I was already inside, he kept there. I was confused, so I decided to just wait and see what the hell he was doing. I see him getting out of his car, then he grabs his phone, and then I feel mine buzzing inside my purse. ‘Come out of the building, please, darling.’ All I can think about is, “what the actual fuck.

“Hey Tom, what is it?” - I ask as soon as I see him outside. “Isabela, I have no idea of what I’m doing. But it just makes sense…” - Hearing people calling me Isabela is strange. It's not bad, but I prefer Isa, and I can't even remember Thomas calling me Isabela before. “I don’t get what you mean.” - I say, almost whispering. We stay silent for a while when he cups my cheek and say. “Oh, screw it.” - I feel his lips on mine, lord, how much I wanted it to happen. It felt nothing like what I had imagined too many times before, his lips were soft, and it was like we were both depending on that kiss. I feel his hands travelling my back, then one of them stops at my waist, and the other one settled on my neck. My mind was blurred, I had no idea of what was happening, but I liked it. And of course I wasn’t just standing there, both my hands had their grip oh his hair. He started to move, walking until we found a wall, where he pinned me while we still kissed. Lord, oh lord. He kissed me. I can’t believe it. We broke the kiss because we had no air left in our lungs. “Well...” - I say, I’ve never been trough that before. Well, I had my boyfriends, but they were all teenage passions, nothing like what Thomas makes me feel, so I have no clue of what to do. “I should have asked, I’m sorry.” - He says, when he releases his grip. “You make it up to me by doing it again.”- I giggled. In a usual situation, I would never say something like that, but my brain stopped working when he touched my cheek. He just smiled and kissed me again. Sweet lord. I wasn't drunk, I wasn't dreaming. It was all real, but I could not believe it. I was completely ready to wake up in the morning and discover that it never happened, it was just my imagination. “So, I guess I see you tomorrow, darling.” - He said. “I thought I was just seeing you next week, Tom.” - I mean, at least it was what we discussed before this ‘situation’. “Oh honey, I’m taking you on a date, of course. Does a picnic sound good?” - Man, oh man. I’m going on a date with Thomas William Gorgeous Amazing Hiddleston. “Yeah, sounds amazing. - I said, trying not to let too apparent that I was freaking out. “Amazing, I’ll text you the hour later, I’ll come pick you up.”

I loved how London looked beautiful when we were approaching the winter. People started to wear coats, and everybody looked fancy on the streets. I just loved more when the winter started, snow was everywhere, but I’ll haver to wait some months for this to happen, now, we just have the fancy coats. I had to decide what to wear to my amazing date with the famous actor. I don’t know where he’s taking us, it should be hard finding a place to go, since everybody in the world knows who Tom Hiddleston is, and this is something that I think I’ll miss when I start acting. I get to enjoy my quiet life, I’d better live it up while I can.

But I don't have to worry about a place, Tom already did that. I also don’t need to take anything, Thomas asked me not to worry about anything but my outfit, and that’s exactly what I’m trying to do right now, but I’m too nervous. Thomas is coming to pick me up in two hours, do I need all this time to get ready? No, but I’m anxious, so I’m doing that now. I have already bathed, Hades, my cad, has been fed and brushed. I’ve done everything I had to do, I just have to choose my outfit, but it seems impossible.

He didn’t tell me exactly where we were going, but he said that it was a park, so I had a clue of what to wear. I decided to go with a white overall, and a beige turtleneck. Also, I was wearing white All Star sneakers. I tied my hair into a bun, but I left a loose curl on each side, and decided not to wear makeup. Now, I just had to wait one and a half hour for Thomas to arrive.

We were at the Kew Gardens, almost anyone was there, what makes me think that maybe he has been preparing this for a while. Thomas was wearing a white dress shirt and a deep blue pullover, with black pants and also black shoes. He was carrying the basket, the one he carefully put on the ground, he set the red and white towed, and started to settle the food on top of it. We had red whine, lemonade, water, strawberries, bananas with honey, grapes, yogurt, gelatine, cheese, sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and red velvet cupcakes. “Thomas, oh my, there was no need. You could have asked me to bring half of it.” - I was amazed by the fact that he had prepared all of it, but I’m feeling guilty because he did all of it by himself. “Hey, I told you not to bring anything, also, it didn’t take me much time to make, the rest of it I just bought. Not a big deal.” - Wait, what? “Thomas, lord, you baked?” - I’m feeling special, if I may say. But I’m even more guilty. “Yeah, the cookies, the cupcakes, and the brownies. I don’t know if they taste good, though.” - He said. “Well, there is only one way to find out.” - I said, laughing, and he laughed too.

Nothing really happened, we were just there, eating and chatting, but it was amazing, probably one of my best experiences. But since we were in public, we had to be really careful not to touch too much, because gossip flies far. When we left, we were inside his car, so we were finally able to kiss. I’m still doubting these events, I’m ready to discover that it was just a dream. A very real and hot and perfect dream. “Do you want to do something else? Or do you want me to drop you at your house?” - He asked me. I mean, I wish we could be trapped in the picnic moment forever, but we can’t. “Whatever works for you, Tom. I have nothing in mind.” - I said. “Well, neither do I.” - He said. “Well, why don't we go to my house and watch something?” - His house is ten times more comfortable than mine, but we’re always at his place, and that memes me feel a bit guilty as well. “Sounds amazing, love.”

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Not Just a Little Party (6th Chap)

Warnings: Cursing;

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‘Shit’, is the only thing that I can actually think about when I wake up. It takes me a while to realize where I am, and when I do, I feel a pair of hands hugging me by my waistline. And I had my face buried in his chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Oh, good morning, darling.” - I hear him saying. Lord, his port-sleep voice is gorgeous. “Good morning, slept well?” - Because I certainly did. “Incredibly well. If I knew that was the solution to the problem, I would have done it sooner.” - He said. Well Thomas, me too. “How did you know I was awake?” - I mean, he said good morning ten seconds after I woke up. “Your breathing changed.” - He simply said. That means that he was at least paying a bit of attention, so why didn’t he move. I mean, we were sleeping like a teenage couple. And we’re not any of those things. “And what time is it?” - Because it was five thirty when we went to bed. “It is nine thirty, darling.” - Usually, I’m completely okay with the fact that he calls me darling, but now I’m blushing. Maybe it is the position that we are in. “Four hours sleep, that’s not bad.” - I don’t like sleeping that much, but we need it, don’t we? “Do you wanna go out to have breakfast? Or we can bake some pancakes here.” - Thomas’ pancakes are probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten, but I don't know what he feels like doing today. “I don’t have a preference.” - He hates when I do that. “Little one, you have three seconds to tell me what you want.” - But I’m the last person you should ask when you want to make a decision. “I love your pancakes, but it takes time, and we have to clean everything after. I also love to eat out, but we have to look presentable to go out of this house. So, as I said, I have no preference.” - Really, I’m fine with anything. “Out it is, but just because I’m craving Jenny’s waffles”

We're at Jen, which is a restaurant specialized in breakfast, and probably the love of Tom's life. Jenny, the chef and owner of the place, is a 57-year-old lady, who cooks better than anyone I’ve ever met. I was eating a croissant with strawberry jelly, and a cup of coffee with vanilla extract. Tom was eating his waffles, and tea. We were talking to Jenny when out of nowhere she says. “So, what does the cute couple has planned for today?” - Oh, Jenny, my dream, but not reality. “We’re not…” - Both Tom and I said at the same time. “Oh sure, still at the denying feelings phase.” - She simply said, and left. I look at tom and see that his face is as red as the ketchup bottle at the table. I also felt my face burning, so I was sure I was blushing too. I mean, I know that I'm into him, but I won't fool myself thinking that TWH was into me too. So we just kept eating, no words coming from none of our mouths.

“Ready to go?” - Now, we were at my house, I needed to get ready for the party. Tom was waiting for me in the living room, but I had to lock Hades in a bathroom because he was leaving his fur all over Tom’s suit. I decided to go for an all black dress, black heels. My hair was down, and as I let it dry naturally, beautiful wavy locks covered my chest. I put some make up, but I wanted my face to look as natural as possible. Then it was the hardest part, in my opinion, jewellery. I decided that I was wearing my favourite colour, green, so everything I put on, rings, necklaces, earrings, all white gold and emeralds. When I stepped out of the room, Tom looked shocked and said, “Lord, you look gorgeous, loyally breathtaking.” - Well, I have to agree with him, I do look gorgeous now. “You don’t look bad yourself, Tom. I told you once, and I’ll tell you again, the suits suit you.”

Sebastian had some stuff to do in London, he had rented a giant house, where he was going to satay for two more weeks. Since he paid a huge amount of money on this, he had to have fun, so he decided to throw a party.

When we arrived at Sebastian’s house, I could not help but notice how big it was. Compared to the other actors houses, it wasn’t that huge, but lord, I was not used to this lifestyle. “Hello miss, you must be Isabela, am I correct?” - My god in a shining armour and purple pants. That is Sebastian bloody Stan. Asking me my name. Sebastian bloody Stan. “Hi, yeah, Isabela Grey sir. Thank you very much for welcoming me to the party, your house is lovely, mister.” - I say. I mean, I know his name is Sebastian, not mister Stan, but I’ve just met him, what am I supposed to cal him? “Well, I thank you for coming, it is a pleasure to finally meet my new colleague. And please, no need for “sir” or “mister”, Sebastian is just fine.” - Well, that answers my question. After greeting me, Sebastian starts to talk to Thomas, they chat a bit, then we go to the living room, where the party is actually happening. The other actors are there. Scarlet freaking Johanson is there, what surprises me a bit, I mean, that woman is my idol. I can also see Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, Tom Holland, wait, I thought Seb hated Tom. I can also see Mark Ruffalo, Benedict Cumberbatch, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Rudd and Jeremy Renner. Also, I see RDJ, who’s not a Marvel Actor any more, but apparently he’s still pretty close to the others. They all greet me, say that it is ‘so nice to see you’ or that ‘your dress is marvellous’. But I was almost dizzy, all this people that I’ve been seeing in the cinema since I was eight, are now here, in front of me, talking to me. Lord. Thomas noticed that I was going crazy, excused both of us and took me to the yard. “Honey, are you okay?” - He asked me. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry to worry you. I’m just surprised. I mean, wow, I’m an actress, you know. That was my dream since ever. And more, I’m a Marvel freaking actress. I grew up watching Marvel, Tom. And look at where I’m now. I literally have a plastic figure of every single one of those people that said ‘hi’ to me. That’s crazy. If you told the twenty-year-old Isa that this was happening, she would tell you to stop lying and giving her expectations. This is ten hundred times bigger than anything I had ever thought I could accomplish.” - I think I talk too much. “Well, darling, that's amazing. I just did not know that you had figures of them. Do you have a Loki one? But anyway, I’m happy that I could be a small part on all of that.” - Is he crazy? A SMALL part? He got me my life. “TWH, you’re not a small part, if it was not you, none of that would have happened. Really, thank you.” - I say, and he leads the way back inside. “And by the way, I do have some figures o Loki. He is my favourite character, and I thought you had noticed it by now.” - He has been to my house, I have tons of Loki merch.

After some hours of party, the guests started to leave, but I discovered that it was like a rule that we, the ones I named in the previous chapter, should stay. Since they work with him, and I'm going to do the same later, we stay a bit longer for chatting and playing something. Like a friends' reunion. Both Chris Evens and Hemsworth were getting more beer, I believe today was the day that I had more alcohol in my whole life, but unlike most of them, I'm not drunk. They were controlled until the other guests left, but after that, they drank three litres of beer in an hour and a half. They were not crazy drunk, but you could see that sober was something that they were not. Thomas, Hemsworth, Scarlet, and Benedict were as sober as I, but the rest of them were stoned as a rock.

We were telling embarrassing stories that happened to us, when Lizzie says, “But no funny stuff about you two?” - While pointing a finger at Tom and I. “Oh, come on. A cute couple, like the two of you, had never walked through something you could not solve and ended up embarrassing yourselves?” - Shit Lizzie. “We are not…” - I said, while Thomas just said, “Not dating.” - Well now I have an embarrassing story to tell, when Elizabeth Olsen asked me if I was dating Tom Hiddleston. “Oh come on, I can smell the sexual tension from miles. You’re lying. Either to us or to yourselves.” - RDJ is visibly drunk, so I’ll just ignore that. “Let's change the subject, shall we?” - My saviour, Ben, says. I look at Thomas’ direction and can see that he’s trying, but failing, to hide a blush.

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Sleepless Night (5th Chap)

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“What time is it?” - we have watched of Iron Man, The Incredible Hulk, Iron Man 2, Thor, Captain America: The First Avenger, and The Avengers. That's the whole phase one, in one night. “It’s four am, darling.” - He said. It was funny because Thomas did not want to watch this films, but we haven't even watched five minutes of the first Iron Man, and he was all excited talking about what he discovered about the films, and telling me random details about the character. “Don’t you want to go to sleep? It’s late, Sebastian’s party is later today.” - If we’re being honest, 1- I had totally forgotten about the party, just remembered now, but I’m acting if I knew. 2- I don’t want to sleep, but we have to pretend that we’re responsible. “Fine, but I need to be clear that we’re watching phase two tomorrow, or later today, and that’s out of discussion.” - He said. “Good night Thomas.” - I said, walking towards “my” room. “Night little one.”

It’s been an hour since I laid down in bed, I’m not able to sleep. I decide to go grab a glass of water, but when I step out of ‘my’ room, Bobby start to bark ‘fuck’ is the only thing I’m able to think about. “Hey buddy, let’s calm down, shall we. Why’re you barking?” - I hear Tom saying, that’s when I notice that his lights are on. Then he opens the door, looking for what made his dog bark. Damn, he is wearing his sweatpants, the same he was wearing before, but now he’s shirtless. What a view. “Oh, I thought you were sleeping.” - He says, “Not able to, I’m incredibly nervous. But I thought YOU were sleeping.” - I reply. “Also not able to, also nervous. What are you doing anyway?” - Why is he nervous? I’m curious now. “Oh, I was going to grab some water. I’m sorry to disturb you.” - But you can come with me and answer the question that I did not ask you, but still want to know. “Mind if I go with you, Isa?” - “Not at all” - I want you to. “So, why are you nervous, darling?” - I can ask you the same question. “It’s going to be the first time that I meet the other actors, I don't know what to do” - I tell him. “Oh honey, don’t be worried about that. They are going to love you. They are all nice, and you’re going to be best friends in seconds. Okay, maybe not best friends, but you got what I mean.” - It’s easy to say. “Thank you, really. But I don't think you’ll like if they become my best friends, because that means you’re loosing your place. Anyway, what about you? Why nervous?” - We got where I wanted. “I’ll be honest with you, I’m nervous because it will be your first time meeting the crew as well. I also did not know that I was your best friend.” - If you don't tell me, I would have never guessed. “Come on, I spend 12 hours a day with you, probably more, seven days a week, four weeks a month. Who else would be my best friend, Thomas?” - I did not think he was that dumb. “You got a point. But just to be clear, you’re my best friend too, darling.” - I have to admit that it is amazing to hear that, but also hurts a little, I can’t lie to myself, I really wish we were something else, if you got what I mean.

Another half hour goes by, and I’m still not able to sleep, I’m now I’m looking at the ceiling, maybe I should accept that this night there is no sleep for me. After a while I hear a knock on my door, it is obviously Tom, so I let him in. “I was not sure if you were awake, sorry to disturb you.” - He says. “Don’t worry about it, was bored and unable to sleep. Do you need anything?” - I ask. “Well, this might look incredibly strange, but can I sleep here?” - Wow, okay, it’s been a while since we became friends, and we are extremely close, we are also both adults. But it’s kinda hard to keep my cool, when a guy like Thomas William bloody Hiddleston is asking to sleep in the same bed as I. Fortunately, he has his shirt back. Or unfortunately if I may say. “Sure, come here.” - I tap the empty space on the bed. “Thanks, really.” - Then he lays where I was tapping, pulls the covers and turn to face me. His eyes were a bit more greyish than usual, but still bright blue. His hair was a bit messy, probably from trying to sleep and not being able. I feel extremely guilty because, if he told me the truth, I'm literally the reason of his insomnia. “Good night, little one.” - He says, after a while. “Good night TW.” - I turn my face to the other side, because I can't sleep looking at his gorgeous face.

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Film Night (4th Chap)

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“Have you read the contract?” - Lord Thomas, I’m not dumb, or course I read the bloody contract. “Seriously? Yes, Mister Hiddleston, I read the contract.” - I say. “So you are aware that you are going to travel a lot, correct?” - He says “Yes Mister Hiddleston, I am aware that in a month I’m travelling to NYC.” - And to LA, and some others. “Not just NYC, lady.” - I’m not dumb, Thomas. “Sir, I’m quite aware of where I’m going, I’m travelling a lot, I’ve read the contract. You do not need to remind me of that, thank you very much.” - Okay, that sounded rude. “Sorry, no need to talk to me like that, though.” - He is correct. “I know, I’m sorry, did not mean to.” - And the easiest way of being forgiven, puppy eyes. “No problem, little one. Anyway, we’re leaving in a month, Marvel asked me to explain to you how all the travels work. They have a private plane, everybody that needs to go filming somewhere is taken for free, obviously, then is brought back.” - Why am I not surprised. “Seems fun, hours trapped in a plane with a bunch of famous and hot actors. Maybe I can get out of that thing with a date night booked.” - I said mockingly, but Thomas blushed. “It is not as fun as it looks, but keep living’ your fantasy.” - He said, but he seems annoyed, I do not know why. “I guess I see you tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t Tom.” - He was asking me to go out with him, but today was my last day singing at The Coffee Shop. “Fine, but we could watch a film later, then, what do you think?” - Sounds fun. “I have a better idea, why don't you find yourself a pretty suit, come see me singing, and then we can go watch the film.” - Observation, I love seeing him in suits, so I guess that is an amazing idea. “As long as you say yes to film night at my place, I’m finding the suit now.” - That’s an ever better idea. “I’d like that very much.” - I’d LOVE that very much. “Well, then bring a bag with clothes for tomorrow and with sleeping clothes.”

Jesus freaking Christ. I had already started to sing when I see a gorgeous gentleman getting inside the restaurant. He was wearing a greenish grey suit, white dress shirt and no tie. I left a single sight, but never stopped my song. That man was gorgeous, my lord. Thomas found himself a table, waved his hand for me, and asked for something that looks like sparkling water. An hour later, I finished my presentation, so I sited at Thomas’ table and asked for a cup of water. “I’m going to miss this.” - He said. “I’m sorry?” - I said, confused. “Coming here, seeing you sing. I’m going to miss that.” - He told me. “Yeah, I’m going to miss that too. Singing here, working at the firm. Don’t get me wrong, I was not found of working ten hours a day, but, I don't know, I quite like being a lawyer.” - I said. “Well, are you ready to go, miss actress?”

I never got used to going to Thomas’ house. First of all, it was huge, second, it smelled amazing, third, I love his dog. Last but not least, it is incredibly hard to spend 24 hours straight, with the guy you’re into. “I had a room prepared for you, but I don't really think you’re going to use it.” - I knew that he meant that we were watching the films all night, but my mind always betrays me, you all know what I thought, so I started to blush. Tom pretend he did not notice, but when my face was all burning red, he could not help but chuckle and said “Oh Isa, come on. Don’t come with this dirty thought to my house.” - He was laughing so hard that he was gasping for air. That only made me blush even more. Gosh, I hate this. “Okay, okay, go have your bath, and we can talk later.”

“Seriously, Avengers, again?” - I was asking to watch the whole Marvel filmography, and Tom did not seem to be that happy with my choice. “I have never watched it with you, just by myself. All my true friendships have Marvel films involved. Are you my true friend, Thomas William Hiddleston?” - I said, mockingly. “Oh, dont you TWH me. You know you can’t show everyone that you’re that addicted, now that you work for Marvel, honey. Play low.” - He said back, also mocking me. “Pwese? (please)” - I said with my best puppy eyes. “Darling, you watched it at least seven times, each bloody film.” - I mean, he is not wrong. “Alone and sad, in my dark and cold house, not even Hades wanted to watch it with me” - No, it was a lie. Hades watched all of them with me, and I was not sad, I like watching films by myself. Clearly, both Tom and I knew that I was lying, but it seems to work. “Ugh, fine. But I’m using the green blanket.” - That was low. “Oh, come on!!!!” - I always use the green blanket, actually we always share it, but now Thomas was gonna use it ALONE, I won't let him do that. Yes, the blanket is that important. “Come here, darling, we can share it. I don’t want you mad at me at my own house.” - He laughed, while he tapped the couch by his side, asking me to lay down there.

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‘Hey, five minutes and I’m at your door.’ - Today was the big day, I could get a role at Marvel freaking studios. ‘Hi Tom. I told you, there was no need to pick me up. You’re wasting your time!’ - He’s been asking me if I need a drive since yesterday, I said no, but ask if he listens. ‘And I told you that I would, that I’m not wasting my time, I’m just spending it with my favourite friend.’ - Favourite friend? ‘Thomas, has anyone ever told you how bad is it to lie?’ - I asked. ‘That’s why I’m not lying, hurry up, I’m at the gate.’ - He is friends with Benedict Cumberbatch and Chris Hemsworth, he is lying.

“Miss Grey, please follow me.” - A guy called me, I saw the tag on his shirt, apparently his name was Marcus. “Good luck Isa!” - I could hear Tom from behind. “So, in about ten minutes you’re going to hear the lady over there” - He pointed to a blond woman sited on a chair close to the door “call your name, you are going to go through the door and that's already the stage. You’re going to perform the scene I hope you have already memorized, the judges are going to say if they liked or not, nothing else. Do you have any questions?” - Wow, the guy was quick, “Thank you, no questions.” - Was all I could say, I was so nervous. “Good luck then.” - he said while leaving.

“Isabela Birch Grey” - I heard. Fuck, it’s my turn. I went through the door and said a ‘hi’ to the judges. “Hello miss Grey, how old are you” - One of them asked me. “Hello, I’m twenty-one.” - I answered. “Twenty one? Have you finished college?” - another one asked. “Yes, I have, law school, sir.” - I was getting ever more nervous. “And how did you hear about the casting?” - The third one asked. “A friend of mine told me about it, ma'am.” - I said. “Well, good luck.” - She said, and I started to act, or at least trying to. When I finished, they all looked bored. I was sure I did not get the role. “Miss Grey, if I must not lie, I liked your performance. We will keep in touch and tell you if you got in by the end of the week.” - The woman said. “Thank you, ma’am, gentleman.” - Almost shacking by anxiety, I left the stage.

“So, how was it?” - I heard someone ask behind me. I was not expecting someone to show up, so I jumped out of scare. “Thomas, oh my, you scared the shit out of me. It was bad. The woman said she liked it, but they all looked bored.” - I told him. “Always so negative. She would not say that she liked if she did not like. I heard that the results come by the end of the week, is that correct?” - he asked, “Yeah, she said so.” - I confirmed. “Do you want to go grab something to eat, I can drop you of at work.” - He invited me. “Tom, you’re almost my Uber. We can go, but I’m getting a cab after that.” - I said, putting an emphasis at “cab”. “I’m inviting you, I’m dropping you. You have to accept that, lady.”

It was nine in the morning, my cat was sleeping on top of me, so I had been there, laid down, for the past three hours, doing nothing, because prince Hades could not be awakened. But suddenly my phone rang, but the cat was still asleep. I looked at the screen, ‘Thomas’, why is he calling me today, I mean, it's Saturday, he probably has stuff to do. “Hey Tom, good morning.” - I said as I picked up. “Good morning, won't even ask if I woke you because you wake with the birds. I have great news.” - He said. “Well, tell me.” - I got curious. “It’s not official yet, they’ll call you tomorrow morning to tell you, please act surprised. But you got the role, congratulations, miss Morgan Stark.” - What? I got it? “No way? Seriously? Oh my! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” - Oh my, I’m going to act on a freaking Marvel film. “Thank me? You’re the brilliant actress, miss.” - He said. “But you were the perfect friend who got me the freaking audition.” - I said. I was so excited. “I’ll pretend I agree with that. Anyway, I was just calling because I wanted to share the big news. By the way, Sebastian is throwing a party at his house next week, want to be my plus one?” - A party? At ‘Sebastian’s’ house? “Sebastian as in Sebastian Stan?” - I mean, James freaking Buchanan Barnes? “Oh, yes, is there another?” - No, Thomas, there is not. “I’m sorry, still not used to your world.” -I said. “You better be, because in a month it will be yours too.” - Oh my, I have not thought about that. I mean, am I really ready for it? Of course, I have been thinking about it since Thomas told me about it at the restaurant. But now that it is real, I don’t know if I’m really ready for it. “Yeah, it will. Well, yes, sure, I’d love to be your plus one. I just have no idea of what to wear.” - I mean, what should I wear to Sebastian Stan’s party? “Well, I need to buy a tie, we could go buy you something too, what do you think?” - Hm, seeing Thomas in a suit, for a couple of minutes, or even hours. Yes, I’m up to the challenge. Also, I have no idea of what to wear, so his help would be amazing. “Yes, sure, I need your help anyway, when do you want to go?” - I asked. “Oh, are you free in any weekday?” - Hmm, let me check my schedule. “I’m only available on Tuesday after four. I’m only home by eleven on the other days.” - I said. “Well, it’s settled then. I’ll pick you up by five, is that OK?” - This guy is already my personal driver. “It is perfect.” - it’s not the best hours, but I have no other option. “Well, then, I guess I see you on Tuesday.”

The next day, I was having lunch with my friend, Gabriela, when my phone rang. “Good morning, who am I talking to?” - I asked. “Hello Miss Grey, I’m Mister Anders, I work at the Marvel Studios, and I’m calling to tell you the results of your auditions.” - The man in the line told me. “Well, hello Mister Anders, thank you for calling” - I said. “Is this a bad time?” - He asked. “Not at all, we can talk.” - Of course, I already knew the news, but I was supposed to pretend that I did not. “Well, we’re happy to tell you that you’re the newest Marvel actress. Congratulations, you got the role.” It was different to hear it from that guy. It was official now. “Oh my, I got the role! Thank you very much, Mister Anders, you have no idea of how happy I am!” - I started tearing. “Have a nice day, Miss Grey, congratulations.” - He said. “Well, thank you again for the news, have a nice day.” - I answered. Lord, I’m officially a Marvel actress. If someone told me that I was actually going to follow this career path some months ago, I would never believe it. Now me dream has literally become true. What meeting a famous actor can’t do to you? “Hey Gabi, I got the role! I’m Morgan Stark now!” - I told my friend. “No way! Oh my, congratulations, Isa.” - She said, hugging me. “Thanks. Now give me just a second because I need to call Tom.” - I said, grabbing my phone. “Hey Tom, are you able to talk?” - I asked when he picked the phone. “Yeah, what do you need, Isa?” - He asked. “I’ve just received a call from the studio. I’m in. I’m officially Morgan.” - I told him. “Congratulations, really. I knew you were the perfect fit. I was correct.” - He said.

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Actress (2nd Chap)

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“So, when do you live the firm?” - Tom and I had been talking for some months now, I could say that we were really friends, but we had not even trade phone numbers, we just talk via Instagram. I’ve been to his house twice, one after a party because I had lost my keys, and the other one he needed to change, and I was with him. “Today I leave at seven, why?” - But he was an amazing company. “I was just wondering if you’d be interested in going to have dinner with me…” - Wait, what? Tom Hiddleston asking me if I want to have dinner with him? It’s a huge yes, colleague. “OH, yeah, sure, what time?” - I need at least half an hour to get presentable. “Are you comfortable with eight? Or maybe eight thirty?” - He knows the getting ready rules, good. “Eight sounds perfect.” - And when I confirmed the time, panic hit me. I don’t have many expensive clothes, but I have a great amount of fancy ones. I don’t wear make up, but should I wear some to dinner. I mean, is just dinner, it is not a date. “It’s settled then. I’ll pick you up. Do you have any restaurant preference?” - How can someone be so gentile. “Oh, no, I do not. But do not bother in picking me up, I can get an Uber.” - I mean, I don't want him to lose his time driving me. “Oh, if you’re not uncomfortable about me doing so, I do insist in picking you up, Isa.” - He is definitely a gentleman, is he not? “Fine, you won! I’ll send you the address later then.” - It was a bit strange to be going out with someone like him. I mean, I saw him actin the first time when I was eighteen. Since then, he became so famous. It was already strange talking to him, becoming his friend was even stranger., but having dinner with him? It was panicking. None of that is bad, but who would predict that me, a nobody, would have contact with such guy? Because I did not. “Oh, I’m so sorry Tom, but I need to go to work, see you at night.” - I was actually five minutes late, but my boss would understand. No, she would not, but I said it was the traffic. I spent the whole day thinking about what I should dress, what makeup to put on, what shoes, but then I remembered, where am I going? I decided to send Tom a message. ‘Hey Tom, how you doing? I would like to know if you already know where are we going tonight. If you do not, please give me a hint when you do.’ and he quickly answered, ‘Hi Isa, I was thinking about The Gaston, what do you think? Do you have other suggestions?’ - The Gaston? That was probably the most expensive restaurant in the city. ‘The Gaston? You sure? The place is so expensive.’ - I think the glass of water there costs my kidney. ‘If you have a better place… But I’m paying.’ - I can’t let him do that, can I. ‘Tom, come on, I’m not letting you pay the bill alone.’ - I said. ‘Well, then you have two options, you can either cancel, or let me pay. Your choice’ - I can’t believe he’s doing that. ‘Fine, it’s on you, but next time I’m not even letting you bring your wallet.’ - Is there going to be a next time? ‘That’s fine, I can transfer money, Isa’

“You look gorgeous.” - Thomas was at my door, and I was a bit ashamed because he was perfect, and the watch he was wearing could probably pay my flat. But he did not seem to be bored at all, at least I knew how to dress. I was wearing a black dress, my hair was done, but I let it the most natural way possible, and I had some jewellery, of course, can’t get out of my house without them, but these I did not use them that much, just special occasions. Tom looked breathtaking, he was wearing a grey suit, a black shirt and grey tie also. This man is going to be the death of me. “Wow, you’re magnificent Tom, you look amazing in suits.” - I hope my face did not give away the fact that I was amazed and probably in love. “Noted, wearing those more then.” - So he was interested in looking good for me, then? Interesting and also noted. “Well, shaw we?” - He asked. “Sure.”

“Do you drink wine?” - No, Thomas, I don’t drink. Usually… “Not all times, but today, yes, I do drink wine.” - So he handed me the wine list. “Oh no, you better do it. I don’t know how to choose it, Thomas.” - So he looked at me strangely. “Thomas, it sounds strange.” - I kinda forgot that they call him Tom. “Oh, sorry.” - I got a bit embarrassed. “Oh don't, I like the way it sounds. Specially when you say it.” - So I blushed. “Someone got shy, hahaha. Hey don’t worry, I just meant that your voice it's pretty, and I like the way you say my name, no big deal, miss.” - And I could feel my face just getting hotter. “OK, let's choose the wine, will you help me?” - It was pretty clear that he saw that I was dying inside. “Sure, I think red suits the occasion better, am I wrong?” - I tried to act normally. “And you said you don't know how to choose. What do you think about ‘Vega Sicilia Único’?” - That’s actually the one I was interested in. “I believe that’s the best option.” - And saying so, I just kept looking at my shoes. Tom had seen that I was oddly quiet and pretty shy. He tried to act normally as well, so he just asked the waiter for the wine and the food, which we were sharing both, by the way. “So, why’d asked me to have dinner with you? Not that I’m complaining, just wondering.” - He is Thomas Hiddleston, he could be having dinner with any pretty lady in the country. Why had he asked me? ‘Why would I not ask my newest friend to spend some time with me?” - Smart answer. That’s kinda obvious, I don’t know why I’m I so freaked out about it. “Any news about acting?” - He asked. “Not actually. It’s not like I seek job, Tom, I dropped the acting idea because it's not a safe choice. But if someone offered me something, I would accept it for sure. Although I don’t know if I would have time, I work all day, you know…” - I explained to him. “And what if someone got you a job, a year and a half or something.” - Suspicious. “Why?” - I mean what? “I mean, you could be financially stable for more than a year, you would not need to work anywhere else. It's just a speculation, not asking for any specific reason.” - Fair enough. “I would say bye to the firm and start the work at the same time, hahahaha. Thomas, acting is something that I love. Not that I cont like law, I love it so badly, but one single job would not ruin my law career. As long as we don’t have any nude scenes.” - I explained. “Fair enough Isabela. But I can tell you, once you do your first scene, you won't be able to stop.” - Hearing my name is kinda strange, but I kinda like it as well. “I would be able because anyone would ask me to work for them, mister Thomas.” - So he did that same look, when he disagrees with something. “Well, I’ve seen that I won't be able to convince you that you’re great, so I have a proposal for you.” - What proposal? “First, you’ve only seen me acting once, at your house, and we were both too happy for any judgement, and second, what is the proposal.” - I was interested. “We were happy? We were drunk. We were very drunk, you had lost your keys at a party for god’s sake. But I was incredibly capable of judging, miss.” - And he started to laugh, I could not help but laugh too. “So, what’s the proposal, Tom?” - Man, I was curious, he would not drop that in the air if it was nothing. “So, I don’t know if I’m allowed to say everything I’m about to say, but let's go. One of the companies I work for need an actress who’s going to act like a seventeen-year-old girl, I thought you’d be up for the challenge.” - He said. “And what company would that be?” - I can’t just say ‘yes’ without knowing what it is. “It may or may not be Marvel.” - I gasped, Marvel? Like Marvel Studios? “Just please don’t tell anyone, I could get in trouble, because there’s only a few female characters that should be that age, so it is a huge spoiler.” - What characters? “I have no idea of who soul be seventeen, but Thomas, Marvel is huge, they would never accept someone like me, who is not even an actress…” - I mean, why would they even. “Isa, think about it, you’d be

doing a great role, Marvel would not have to pay you a huge salary, since you’re not known, which is good for them.” - He has a point. “Tom, how could I even get an audition? It’s Marvel!” - It makes no sense. “Well, if you were interested in coming to the studio with me three weeks from now, you could do the audition, and we could see if you’re the newest Marvel actress. I’ll send you the lines you need to memorize and that’s it.” - Oh my, that easy? “Lord, yes, I would love to. Really, Thomas, I don’t know how to thank you.” - This is amazing. “You don't have to. We don’t even know if they will give you the job. Calm down hahaha. The food arrived, let's eat, shaw we?” - He asked. “Yeah, sure.” - I was so excited. “But hey, think about it, if you get the role, your life will change completely. Paparazzi everywhere, people saying good and bad things about you, every single post you wanna share in any social media has to be thought one million times, revised and re-revised, because peoplepeople may end up misinterpreting you.. The acting world it’s amazing, especially when you’re making films like these. But it has its flaws.”

‘Hi Tom, I’m sorry to be sending you this right now, I know it’s late, but I’m a bit nervous. What should I wear for the audition?’ - I tried to hold myself until the next morning, but I had to let everything ready for the next day, so about one hour Thomas dropped me at home, I sent him that message. ‘Hi, don’t worry, I just got out of my bath, so not sleeping. Feel free to message me any time, by the way. I think you should wear something that will complicate your performance, so no jeans. I also recommend you not to go with shorts. As for the top, any shirt will do, just think about your performance, if it can make it hard for you to move, don't wear it. If you need anything else, just ask.’ - He did not even take a minute to answer. ‘Thanks you Thomas, have a great night’ - I started blushing when I started to think about him, and the idea of him getting out of the shower was both embarrassing and hot. Isabela, put yourself together, respect the man. ‘Have a nice night, Isa. See you.’

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Mister Blue Eyes (1st Chap)

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“Thank you very much, you all, for your time. The Coffee Shop closes in half on hour, and you have ten minutes before the kitchen closes. Order your food now or never. The bar keeps open for the whole half hour. Thank you very much again.” - So I left the stage and started to put my stuff in my bag. As soon as I got inside my house, I had a quick bath and slept. I was tired as hell.

The next day. My boss asked me to sing during breakfast, which was unusual, giving the fact that I only sing, sometimes, at noon to 14:00 and four times a week 20:00 to 22:30. And today is not even my day of work. Anyway, he asked, and I have nothing to do, so extra cash will not kill me. After some time I saw a man getting inside the shop, and I was sure I’ve seen him somewhere, I just don't know where. It was already annoying, I kept looking at him, trying to figure out from where I’d know him. I could not guess. He was for sure British. I heard him talking to the waitress. So, how did I know this man? I kept repeating to myself all his physical characteristics. A bit long, reddish light brown hair, blue eyes, athletic body, and seamed to be 1.90, or 1.85, maybe. Seams to be 35 years old, not older than 45. He noticed that I was looking at him, and locked eyes with mine. But I quickly moved my eyes away, blushing. But Lord, that man was handsome. And he kept looking at me, and I was already regretting being in the stage. I just wanted to hide my face somewhere. I could feel my cheeks burning, everyone should be seeing me blushing. When I finished my songs, he was still there, but he had finished his breakfast a while ago. I just decided to forget him. The problem was: in the next day, I decided to have breakfast at the restaurant, and guess who was there? Mister Blue Eyes. And I suppose he remembered me, because sometimes I caught him looking at me. It was even hard to eat, you have no idea of how hot he was. I decided that if I keep seeing him, I would eventually ask him where he studies, or where he works, so that maybe I can discover why I seem to know him. But if I don't see him again, I’m going to leave it quiet. Guess what? I kept seeing him. Sometimes he would just show up at night, when my performances were a bit better, since it was like ‘fancy dinner time’, and would just ask for a table, drink something, but eat nothing. He was just there, for two hours and a half, alone, watching me perform, doing nothing else. One day he brought another man. That day we were having an event, and I was singing better songs, like Frank Sinatra, or Elvis Presley. We were serving the most fancy food I’ve ever seen, and Mister Blue Eyes showed up on a gorgeous suit, dark blue. With the suit, he was wearing a shirt and tie that matched the blue shade. When he arrived I was already singing, and I literally tripped when I saw him, that man knew how t look just fine. The man who was seated with him was wearing a normal suit, black with a white shirt. The strange part was that the guy was always writing something, while Mister Blue Eyes kept looking at me. One day I just gave up. “Hello sir, I see that you come here constantly, and I have the feeling that I’ve seen you somewhere else. My name is Isa, by the way. It’s actually Isabela, but let’s stay with Isa.” - I was shaking, nervous as hell. “Hi Isa. I’m Tom. Thomas, actually. But I don't believe we’ve met. Don’t be shy, have a seat.” - He said, showing the chair in front of him. The name Tomas did not ring a bell, but it just gave me a stronger impression that I did yes know him. “Before anything, I would just like to say that I really enjoy your performances. You are incredibly talented.” - And that’s when I thank my parents for the education they gave me, because talking to this man made my brain melt, I could just answer stupid and simple things, as thank you, or, you don’t have to be so kind. “So, Tom, what do you work with?” - I would just ask those

idiotic questions that you make when you want to get to know someone. “Oh, well. I’m an actor, actually.” - He simply said. Oh my, this is? No, it can’t be. I don’t believe it. Who is the only British actor, blue-eyed, with reddish hair and named Tom that I know? Is he freaking Tom Hiddleston? My face turned white. “Hey, are you OK?” - he asked, but I was in shock. How could I not recognize him before? This is The Night Manager, Tom Hiddleston. This is Loki, Tom Hiddleston. Oh my freaking Lord. I’m freaking talking to Tom Hiddleston. “My God, you’re Tom Hiddleston.” - I don’t know If I should have said that, but I did. My brain was just not working any more. “So I guess you have just discovered from where you know me. Have you ever seen anything I’m in?” - Now is when I decide if I’m going to tell the truth, and he’s going to think I’m a crazy creep. Or, I’m gonna lie and say no. “I don’t mean to seam like a creep, but I’ve seen some.” - And he showed me a look that seemed to mean: ‘Oh, really?’ “That’s interesting. Care to tell me which?” - I can’t just tell him. I’m totally going to sound like a crazy creep. “Well, I’m a huge marvel fan, so the MCU in general. And the Loki series. Also, I’ve seen the Night Manager, and Kong. Besides, my two personal favourites, Crimson Peak and High Rise.” - At least he did not seem annoyed. “Wow, I’m surprised that you did not recognize me when you saw me the first time. Not that I’’m the famous actor, or nothing. But you’ve seen quite a number of projects I'm in.” - Yeah Tom, I also can’t believe I did not recognize you. His phone rang, and he took a quick look before saying, “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt our conversation, but I need to take this.” - I just nod, and he stood up, going somewhere else. I was still in shock, that was Thomas William Hiddleston, flesh and bones, in front of me. After some minutes, Thomas came back. “Sorry to keep you waiting, it was my publicist, I’m currently trying to get a paper on a series, and he was telling the date of my audition.” - Who would not want him on their show? “Well, I think you know some stuff about me, so if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do for living? I mean, do you live with your parents? Are you on college?” - Great question. “I live alone. Not alone, I have my cat. I always wanted to act, but I was afraid I would not get any work, since I’m not good, so I stick with my second option, law school. I graduated just this year. And I work at a firm, it was not that hard getting the job, thanks Harvard. I also work here, as you’ve noticed, but that’s just because I like to sing” - I explained. “So by yourself literally. What about your parents? If you’re comfortable in telling. Also, Harvard? Wow” - My parents? Left them as soon as I could. “I just don't have a great relationship with my parents, so as soon as I could leave their house, I did. They didn't have to pay college because I got a scholarship, so that was easier.” - “I believe it is your turn to ask the questions, miss.” - What could I possibly ask? “Well, I already know the answers to the questions you have asked me, so it makes no sense for me to ask. Let’s see. What do you like to do? Any hobbies?’ - What could Mister Hiddleston do when he has nothing to? “I love to read, I also love theatre acting. So normally when I’m bored I’ll read something or find something good to watch. I’ll go take a walk with my dog, Bobby. I also like jogging, I do it every morning. And yeah. I think that’s it.” - Mental note : Tom’s dog is called Bobby. “What a bout you.” - He asked. “Well, I also enjoy reading and theatre. I normally spend my whole day reading with my cat. I love to write too , I have never published anything, but I have quite a number of books saved in my drive. I like to go for a walk, and my cat comes with me, do not judge, he is a dog trapped in the body of a cat. And yeah, I love boxing too, I do it two times a week. I suppose that’s it.” - Now we hope that I’ve said nothing wrong. “I look forward to reading something of yours, Isa.” Oh, right on the jugular.

“They are really messed up, like, bad. They are really not good. Not worth anyone’s time, especially yours.” - Like all of them together can make a good bunch of crap. “I think you’re not the one to judge.”

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