Silhouette ⌲ Tom Hiddleston ✓

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DRINKS CAME IN and Tom was happy drinking his light beer.

To elaborate, Tom hummed quietly as he looked around him- it felt a bit intimidating.

He knew that feeling wasn't right. Tom was a trained killer.

Deep down Tom knew that it was due to the environment- to be more precise- the people. To him, it just felt weird and Tom hated that feeling.

Squeezing his fists tight, Tom took another, this time larger, sip from his beer.

Cindy and Elena giggled while holding tightly onto their glasses of ethanol.

Despite their joyous mood- Elena and Cindy blanked their faces, staring at Tom.

Swallowing hard, Tom consumed more beer and the girls laughed.

"You're right. He's shy!" Cindy cried out and sipped at her glass, pressing the lemon onto the rim.

"Sorry." Elena apologised. "Everyone thinks that psychologists are nice, and that's bullcrap." Licking her lips, Elena leaned her arm onto the table.

Tom anxiously smiled.

"So Mr..."

"Call me Tom." He smiled and the thick British accent played the girls' ears.

"Well, Tom, what brings you here?" Cindy asks.

Tom paused for a moment. He'd actually never thought about it properly. What, apart from a normal life, draw him out of his job?

"I'd say... my job, it's dangerous and, I'd rather focus my normal life than my professional one." Elena simpered at Tom, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "But, I guess that takes over and we all need a break sometimes." Tom glanced over at Elena, who resumed drinking.

"Is there a reason you're hot?" Cindy blurted out and Elena nearly choked on her drink.

"What the hell?" Her drunk friend shrugged.

"What? Just thought I'd..." Cindy waved her hand. "... put it on the table." Sighing, Elena widened her eyes and peeked over Cindy's head.

"Oh, look the queue is short, go get a beer and another drink for me." Elena slipped a fiver into Cindy's hands.

"And one for myself, cause' I'm drunk and I need more!" Cindy stumbled away and Elena and Tom laughed.

"I'm sorry about my friend. She's... well, drunk and she likes a drink."

"Yeah, I got that." Tom once again smiled and gulped down more of his beer.

"Is it true?" Elena bowed her head.

"True?"

"Leaving for normal life?" Dear Tom bit his lip.

"To be totally honest... I'm not so sure. It just..." Elena leaned forward. "... sort of happened."

"And how did you feel?"

"Kind of bummed that I left but... glad also..." The forensic psychologist smiled.

"But you did it for you right?" Tom lifted his shoulders.

"Again, I'm not so sure..." He went quiet in realisation and took a step back. "Sorry, I shouldn't be telling you this." Elena scoffs.

"No, I get it all the time. I mean, despite crime scenes, I speak with offenders who tell me everything." She placed her hand onto Tom's arm. "But, it's all confidential. Don't you worry." Elena smiled slightly, Tom reflecting the same expression back.

And all of a sudden, there was that phone call. "Sorry, I better get this."

"It's fine."

"Hello?" Elena's lips parted. "Oh. Right... you want me now? O-okay. Thank you, see you soon detective." Pressing her lips together, Elena drank the rest of her drink.

"Everything... okay?" Tom forced out.

"I have to go. There's been a murder." Slipping on her blue trench coat, Elena tucked he phone into her pocket. "I'm sorry. Thanks for an evening I guess."

Waving goodbye, Tom exhaled.

A crime scene at this day and time.

How sudden and coinciding.