To Let Love Destroy Us: A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

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"So tell me more about yourself?" Sam asks, smiling at me. I place my cocktail on the table and let out a small sigh.

"Well, what do you want to know?" I counter. It's kinda weird sitting here with him like this. Dating my coworker wasn't something I had on my agenda. Those things never end well. If we break up, that's if we even date, one of us is going to have to change jobs. I don't know if that will be an issue with me considering I hated waitressing.

My fingers lightly slide up the side of my glass, releasing the condensation from its place on it. I've always found that so satisfying to watch. Is that weird? "Whatever you want to tell me." He answers with a smile. I stare at him for a moment. Not to figure out what I wanted to tell him, but because I absolutely fucking hated that question. I'll tell you whatever you want to know if you just ask. Why do I have to do all the work? "Is something on my face?" He says suddenly, snapping me from my thoughts.

Sam wipes at his mouth before grabbing his phone to look at himself in the camera. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that perfect face of his. Nothing at all. "Sorry, I'm just...a little spaced right now."

"Because of the audition tomorrow?" Honestly, I wasn't even thinking about the audition. I hadn't thought about it since I've been here. Could've been the drinks causing that, could've been the fact that I didn't want to be a bitch and not pay this man any attention while I read. We'll figure it out as we cross the bridge. "I honestly think you've got it in the bag. Just don't overthink it." He says, earning himself a shy smile.

I glance down at my drink, moving the glass around so I can see the ice shift from left to right. "Thank you," I mutter.

"I'm serious, Kei. You've got it if you really want it. You're charismatic, smart...beautiful." He pauses after he says that, causing me to look up at him. He tilts his head to the side as he watched me. "They would be foolish to miss out on something as rare as you." Sam's hand touched my shoulder and went down my forearm. It was almost enough contact for me to shrug away, but I decided against it. He was being a sweetheart. There were good intentions behind it...I think.

"What are you doing?" I ask in a soft voice.

"Saying what's on my mind." He replies in that same tone. "I like you. You're a great girl. You should know that." I chew the inside of my lip as I watch him. I was without words. "Say—" Sam was interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing.

I take the phone out of my jacket pocket and read the name. Marcus Calloway. Damnit, Marcus. Perfect timing. "Sorry, it's my agent," I say, looking at Sam again.

"Go ahead. That's important." I quickly stand from my feet and rush over to the hallway that led to the bathrooms. I slide over to answer it.

"I'm a little busy right now, Marc."

"We need to talk. Where are you?"

"Busy," I say sounding out the syllables through gritted teeth.

"It's about the audition. I'm at your apartment. Get here in twenty." He says, ending the call. I look at my phone in disbelief before watching the screen go black to reveal my face. I look up at Sam from afar. He was sitting patiently, waiting on me. It's gonna suck having to tell him I have to leave. I slowly make my way over to the table, clearing my throat when I approach.

Sam turns around to look at me, his smiles wide once more. Oh my heart, she's sinking. Sinking faster than the titanic. "Hey," He says. "Everything okay?"

"I have to go." His smile falters and from that moment on, I never wanted to see him make that face ever again. "We should do this again soon. I had fun." I say, walking around the table to him. I lean down and press a kiss to his cheek before walking backward. "You have my number. Call me sometimes."