The phone rang and rang. I was just about to pull the phone away from my ear and hang up when I heard Tom’s velvety voice.
“Hello Charlotte, how are you?”
“Are you in a habit of sending expensive gifts to people you’ve just met?” I replied, not even answering his question.
“Only for the special ones, darling,” he laughed.
There he went again, calling me darling.
“I’m taking it you got the bouquet then,” he added.
“I did. Although, I’m not sure I’d call it a bouquet, it’s like a rose garden or a small forest. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bunch of flowers that big.”
Tom laughed again, “well, as long as you like them.”
“I do, they’re incredible. And thank you for the book, I mean that is amazing. I didn’t even know you could get the first edition of that. It must have cost a lot”
“I have my ways. But, I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it, thank you so much.”
“Good, I’m glad. So, have you had a good day? Have the kids behaved themselves for you?”
“It’s been great day. We’ve been painting and drawing castles. And my kids are always well behaved. They’re probably one of the best behaved classes in the school actually.”
“I’m sure that’s your excellent teaching style.”
“I’m not sure about that. Anyway, what have you been up to today?”
“Well, I went for a run this morning and then I had a very long conference call with my publicist and some other people. Now I’m just about to pop out and see my Mum.”
“OK then, well I won’t keep you any longer. Have a nice afternoon.”
“Don’t be silly, you don’t need to go.”
“I need to wash up the paint pots and set up for tomorrow anyway, so I’ll let you go.”
“OK then, I’ll speak to you soon darling.”
“Speak to you soon. Bye.”
“Bye,” and then we hung up.
I put my phone down on my desk with the book and started to tidy up the paint area. It didn’t take too long, so I set the tables up for maths activities the next morning.
By the time I got home it was almost dark and I couldn’t wait for a nice hot shower and something to eat. After such a lovely dinner the previous night I knew that whatever I had wouldn’t compare in any way.
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When I Met Tom (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction)
FanfictionWhen Charlotte meets Tom Hiddleston, her whole world changes. But how will the young woman in her twenties, who likes organisation and routine, cope as she goes from teaching six year old children to being in the spotlight?
