Expect Nothing Less [Tom Daley Love Story]

Chapter 3

I sighed heavily. Partly because I felt everyone was out to get me. Party because he looked really hot. 

The two suddenly noticed I was standing there. They caught me glaring at them with this look that said ‘you’re annoying me because you’re ignoring me’. The girl gave me this look that said ‘go away, I’m talking to Tom Daley so I don’t care if I’m annoying you by ignoring you’. I then gave her this look that said ‘get me juice before I scream at you in front of him’. 

‘Oh, can I help you?’ she finally asked. She batted her eyelashes at Tom.

‘If you’re not too busy,’ I said in a more sarcastic voice than intended. ‘I’ll have an orange juice.’ 

She opened the fridge behind her and took a bottle from the top shelf. She put the bottle down on the counter top with a clunk. Then she shot me a look that said ‘now get lost so I can have Tom to myself’. I countered with one that said ‘what makes you think he wants you? Because he doesn’t’. 

‘That’ll be a buck fifty.’ 

I opened my purse and found that I didn’t have any change or small bills. I only had a $100 bill. I groaned. The day just kept getting worse. 

‘I only have a $100 bill.’ 

‘Well, that’s a little inconvenient for me. I just did a cash clearance half an hour ago. Can you find some change, miss?’ 

I decided that I would be nice. Just because Tom was there and I didn't want to seem like an asshole. Even though I probably gave him that impression already. 

'Okay then," I said, a smile plastered on my face. I pushed the juice back towards her and shut my wallet. I turned on my heel and started to walk out. 

‘You know what…here, I’ll get that for you,’ a male voice interjected. A British accent for sure. 

I had forgotten that Tom was actually still standing there. He took his wallet out of his back pocket and took out some change. He gave it to the girl, who was thrilled by his continued presence but disappointed that he was paying attention to anyone other than herself. She gave him his change, said it was really great to meet him and then went to serve another customer, who looked as if he had been waiting for a while. 

He turned to me with a concerned look on his face. 

‘Are you okay? I saw you getting a bit flustered at the airline counter. Did something go wrong with your tickets?’ he asked. Gaahhh. His accent! 

If there was any way to put me back into my place and stop me from acting like a spoilt little rich kid, it was that. A bystander catching me out. In this case, a hot bystander. 

It took me a few seconds to respond. I wasn’t going to say ‘Oh you stole the seats I wanted’. I wanted to say something interesting. Something witty. Intelligent. But I studied his gorgeous face for several seconds, and instead got distracted. 

‘I’m just having a bad day.’ 

‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,’ he said, his eyebrows furrowing. 

I started to get nervous. I hardly ever get nervous. In fact, I’m probably someone who is frequently over-confident. I calmed down a bit before speaking again. 

‘Why did you do that for me?’ I asked him tersely but curiously. ‘I mean, it’s just that I don’t encounter many random acts of kindness these days. Especially ones for my benefit. I don’t even know you. I mean, I know who you are but not personally.’ 

‘Well, I guess I didn’t want your day to get worse,’ he shrugged. Oh, that smile again. 

‘Hmmm, good answer. I think you scored some major brownie points there.’