American Dream >> a Tom Hiddleston FanFic

Chapter 9

Wednesday:

     My phone buzzed on my nightstand, too loud for my liking. I panicked, rubbed my ears, and quickly reached out for the phone.

     "...Hello?" I asked, yawning afterwards.

     "Aurora? Is this a good time? Or should I call later?" It was Tom.

     It was Tom! "Oh, no no. Now is okay. I needed to wake up anyways." I chuckled and threw the sheets off my legs. I heard Tom lightly laugh on the other end.

"Well, I was calling as early as I am because I was interested in our interview. What time would you like me to arrive?"

"Oh, anytime that works for you. I only have a few things to do today, but my schedule is flexible."

"How about later tonight? Is seven good?" In the evening? I agreed.

"Seven sounds perfect."

I hear Tom giggle his 'Ehehehe' and I know he is smiling now. "Would we be meeting somewhere? Um-you're office, or perhaps a nice formal restaurant?"

"Where would you want to go?" This conversation was unexpectedly changing directions. I was almost glad it had taken such a drastic turn, though.

"Uh... Alright, I have an idea." He pauses, "Meet me tonight at seven, next to Island Prime. See you then, darling."

The phone call ended, and I was speechless. Island Prime? Darling? How would someone react to this? Excited? Nervous? Sick to your stomach? I felt all of those feelings and it was not the best all together.

     Later, when it was about fifteen minutes till seven, I decided to drive to Island Prime. My stomach did flips and somersaults as I stood from the couch. My skirt, which was an inch below the knees, flowed down my legs like a black waterfall. I wore the black skirt and also my light pink ruffle top. The one with the small white buttons that began at the center of my chest and went to the collar. I then grabbed my folder for the interview and hopped into my car.

     I arrived at the restaurant that Tom chose and opened to door. I smiled, Mr. Hiddleston was sitting at a table for two, and was wearing a nice dark blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. He had the shirt tucked under his belt. I felt my cheeks turn ten shades of red. "Good evening, sunrise."

     "Hello again, Tom..." He stared at me and I stared at him. We smiled at each other and marveled at the moment we were having. "Are you ready for the interview?" I asked.

     He smiled, "Of course." Tom stood from his seat and pulled the chair opposite to him out. I sat down and he pushed it back under the table, without squashing me.

     "Thank you."

     "My pleasure."

A.N.: Sorry for late post, I haven't had any thoughts for what I want to do. Not sure if I want there to be more innocent scenes or something dangerous >:) COMMENT WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE!! THANK YOU!