Diet Coke and Actors

Did I hit Tom Hiddleston in the Head with a Diet Coke?

I sipped my diet coke and clicked my phone on. I opened Wattpad and read the latest update of a quote-book I was into. It was talking about Diet Coke being the chosen beverage of a god named Dionysus.

And that's when Frank turned into a dolphin.

I pursed my lips and looked at my diet coke suspiciously. I narrowed my eyes to slits, then yelped like a dog and threw the can over the balcony railing.

"Ow!"

I blinked, starstruck, then stood slowly and looked over the edge of the railing. My red hair fell like a sheet around my face. "Beware the power of Dionysus! You'll turn into a dolphin!" I yelled.

My coke-can-victim looked up at me and I froze. He had short, curly black hair and bright blue/green eyes.

"I am a god, you dull girl! and I will not be bullied by..." He looked down and nudged the can with his foot gingerly. "Coca Cola canned sodas!" Holy crap. That was Loki's voice.

I hit Tom Hiddleston in the head with a can of diet coke.

"I am so sorry!" I yelled. "I didn't mean to hit you in the head!" I bit my lip, thinking to myself idiot, idiot, idiot.

Tom waved it away. "This is rather awkward, yelling our conversation into the New York community." He called. "Why don't you come down here and we'll get this straightened out without straining our voices." I nodded and walked back into my house.

I slipped my phone into my back pocket and put my house key in the front. I closed the apartment door, locked it, and took the elevator to the bottom floor.

Surprisingly, Tom was standing inside, throwing the can in a recyclable bin.

"I'm sorry." I said sheepishly, scratching the back of my head. It was awkward having to look up at Tom. He easily had six inches on me. I was tall among my friends, 5'9" against 5' evens. But jeez, this guy was like 6 feet tall, maybe add an inch or two.

"Don't worry about it." Tom said. "What's your name? And if you don't mind me asking, are you alone? You can't be more than 20." I blushed. Hey, just because I had a childish figure...

"Addy. And yes, I'm alone." I said, shrugging. "But I'm 24. I just finished grad school." Tom raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" he said. "What did you major in?" I blinked, confused. What did an actor want to know about my life? But nonetheless, I said, "Music. Well, that and Mythology."

Tom nodded, seemingly impressed. Thunder boomed. I crinkle my eyebrows. It was just sunny outside. Tom glanced out the widows. Lightning was flashing everywhere.

"Okay. I didn't think things like that happened except with CGI." he mumbled. I followed his gaze to see the rain parting around the building.

"Uhh..." I walked outside, Tom closely following. We looked up to see the rain splitting above the building as if it were the Red Sea. I looked past the building to the Empire State. My eyes widened "And I'm sure that there shouldn't be a man standing at the tip of the Empire State Building." An odd look crossed Tom's face and he followed my gaze.

"What in the world was that can made of?" He mumbled, as if thinking he was seeing things.

I blinked and rubbed my eyes to assure myself the same thing. Nope I wasn't seeing anything.

Lightning flashed and the man at the top of the ESB was gone. I shook my head. "That's it. I am officially crazy."

Tom's phone went off. He answered it. "Hello? Chris. Okay, good I'm not going mad. I'm with a girl-she saw it too. We'll meet you at the corner of 31st and 7th. Bye."

I looked up at the street post on the corner.

|28th| |7th|

"C'mon. We have about three blocks to walk." I said, looking up at Tom. He nodded and we started walking.