Stay with Me please [Tom Hiddleston FF]

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Tom's POV
"I set something up for you," Chris says as we sit in the small pub.

"And what's that?" I smile a bit sarcasticly at him. Knowing him it's something outrageously stupid or estaticly idiotic.

"A blind date."

"What?" My face falls.

"Oh come on, Tom," he sets his drink down and gives me a look, "you're forty years old and haven't been with anyone in ten years."

Being on set with Chris a lot made us grow closer. We know about each other's relationships or lack there of, and we have no problem sharing about it with each other. But this is new.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I set my drink down as well.

"Oh come on," his look becomes stern.

"Where is she from?"

"America."

"Hair color."

"Short, blonde."

"Height."

"5'4, 5'5 if you want to make her happy."

"Does she know about this?"

"Yes but she doesn't know it's you. I can do this all day Tom."

I think for a moment.

"What's her name?"

"Yona."

"Yona...." I urge him to continue.

"Hemsworth...." He says looking down at his glass.

"And there's the ringer," I cross my arms.

"Alright she's my cousin," he looks back up at me, "but I really think you would like her."

"How old is she?"

He looks back at his glass and mutters.

"What?"

"Nineteen."

"Seriously?! Are you fucking mental?"

"What?!" He asks defensively.

"She's not even half my age," I say exasperated, "you're trying to set me up to rob the damn cradle!"

"Oh come on."

"I was twenty-one when she was born."

Chris pauses and thinks.

"I guess you're right on that one," he takes a sip of his drink, "but she's much more mature than most people her age."

I give him an "are your serious?" look.

"Just give her a chance, she's great," he gives me a small pleading smile.

I roll my eyes with a sigh.
"Fine."

"Yes!" He pumps his fist.

"When is the date and where is it?" I down he rest of my drink.

"Tonight, you're meeting at Gwen's,  eight sharp," he says excited, "reservation is under Hemsworth."

"Wonderful."

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It's 7:58 as I sit in a secluded booth at Gwen's. I've only been here for about ten minutes but my nerves are skyrocketing.

She's nineteen, there's no way she would be interested in a forty year old man like me. Chris said she holds herself like that of someone older, but how much older?