Silhouette ⌲ Tom Hiddleston ✓

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"ARE YOU NOT going to run after her Thomas?" Chris said, tucking his gun into his pocket.

He shrugged.

"I guess not."

And Tom wasn't so sure. He wasn't sure if he should follow her home or to actually care.

Elena was the only- well apart from that sleepless night- woman that he had encountered over the time he had been starting his new life.

She was the only one to actually give a small crap about how he had felt about his job, apart from the man who stood with him at this moment.

"Well Tom, I guess we should find ourselves a car and outrun these bitches before we enter our own fucking homes." Chris said in a long breath.

"Calm down Chris." Tom placed his hand onto his shoulder. "We will make sure that these Motherfuckers don't follow us home. Believe me."

"Oh." Chris squeezed Tom's hands. "I believe you. When you're at the pedal, I feel like I'm back at the flying school!" The two friend chuckled and there was a loud bang.

"Let's go!"

"Yep!" Tom and Chris rushed to a car, and with a small fiddle with its wires, the car began and Tom pushed his foot down hard on the pedal, the tyres screeching as they left the men behind. "Thomas, please tell me you're going to drive back to that woman's house."

"I need to drop you first..." Tom said, smirking and he bowed his head for a moment.

"Thomas, that woman helped, you should explain-"

"Explain what!?" He yelled. "That I'm a spy, that w-we are spies!? It would end horrendously!" Tom sighed and Chris frowned slightly.

"I understand. But, remember, Sarah... I told my own wife about my job. Before I married her... She took it quite well, however."

"I know, but you and Sarah, you're both..." Tom paused.

"Married? Close? Tom..." Chris inhaled softly. "... do you trust her?" He nodded.

"To be honest, I do."

And with those words- Tom had reflected on his meeting with Elena.

The embarrassment- the feelings that he never knew that he had- how she made him feel different.

And for the next few days, Tom attempted to gather his words- and even leave the house. Although, he never mastered to actually leave.

He had seen her, for exactly three days, leave and enter her house- to him, he knew that she must've been busy.

But also the fact that she might have been ignoring him.

Tom had also known that he should come out of his shell soon. It was better for him- and for Elena.

It would be good for their relationship.

Without thinking, Tom stepped out of his own house and paced to her house- taking a deep breath.

He then knocked on the door.

"Oh, Claire, I was just baki..." Elena opens the door, and her voice trails off.

"Sorry..." Folding her arms, Elena dropped her eyes.

"N-no... why... did you come?" Tom leans forward.

"Look, I spent so long... trying to... wonder what I should say to you." Licking his lips, Tom inhaled sharply. "I wanted to say I am so sorry about what happened before."

"Tom..." Elena smiled slightly.

"No, I... I... I've never had a proper friend, who's... a girl." Tom cringed. "I want to apologise and... maybe we could talk?"

"Well... I kinda have my hands full." Elena sighed. "Maybe... I... we... should have some dinner together. Later?"

"Yeah."

"It's not a date or anything, just two neighbours having dinner together and, chatting." Elena simpered and Tom fiddled with his fingers.

"Of course, I'll be there at... seven?"

"Seven it is." Tom and Elena smiled at each other.

For one- Elena forgave Tom and was happier.

On the other- Tom was feeling better, however, he really didn't know what the night would turn out to be.