Behind the scenes (Tom Hiddleston x reader)

Finally weekend

11 years later I am now 20 years old.

I was currently sitting in my last lecture for the week. I was finally at the university , NYU, I've always dreamed off. I always wanted to become a writer, since I was a little kid. So now,I can finally let this ream finally come reality.

My lecture was pretty interesting, just the professor is boring. He is old and slow in correcting out texts or writing scrips. One thing that we are constantly complaining about is, that he also hates new ideas or ways of writing. Right now we need to create a romantic scene, which is nice, but he wants it all classy and nothing new or refreshing. So I continued to write this romance as fast as possible to finally get it over with.
After I reread everything and corrected my errors, I stood up, put the papers on his desk and went out the door.

The warm summer wind gently blew in my face as I opened the big doors of the university. This place was still buzzing with students running around or rushing to their next lecture. It looks like ants who are running to their queen.

Luckily for I was done for today, because normally I would be one off them. In facts it's sometimes pretty hard for me to be on time, because I always have my head in the clouds. Well my mom, Sarah, always says that to me because I'm almost constantly daydreaming or imagining the weirdest scenarios. A habit I adapted as a little kid. But instead of seeing this as a problem I made the best out off it and used it for my writing process.

Finally weekend I thought. Finally freedom and the most exciting thing about this weekend was, I would meet some old friends again. But right now, all I really yearn for, is a quiet place to calm my busy thoughts.

After this long and exhausting day at university, I found myself meandering through the bustling streets of New York City. The city's energy was infectious. As I walked the street, I could feel the weight of my studies slowly lifting from my shoulders. I love studying, especially since I started taking some extra lessons in literature and creative writing, but it's still pretty intense and requires a lot of hard work and determination.

The sun was shining high and warm in the sky, kissing my face on its way down. The slight summer breeze was warm and also refreshing. I pulled down the zipper of my green sip up hoodie to let the wind blow through it. And with the music that was playing in my headphones it was the perfect start into a wonderful and exciting weekend.

As I continued wandering through the labyrinthine streets, I stumbled upon a narrow, quaint alley that seemed to attract me magically.

Drawn by my typical curiosity and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, I strolled down the dimly lit path.

The small alley opened up into a cozy, tucked-away courtyard, where a small but crowded coffee shop, "Java Junction," revealed itself.

I hesitated for a moment, peering through the coffee shop's glass window. The warm, amber glow of pendant lights illuminated a mosaic of faces, each lost in their own world. The place seemed like a hidden gem amidst the chaos of the city, a sanctuary of calmness.

Thanks to the fact that it was now weekend and the past days were rough enough I decided to go inside and get myself a little treat, after all this work I've done.