Polaroid | Tom Hiddleston

three

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Tom's eyebrow twitched, as a drop of sweat traveled down his forehead. It had been a week since the broadcast, and he still has not made any progress in finding her. Social media was not of much use, being faced with irrelevant notifications. He always saw the same comments, fake accounts being tagged to get a notice from Tom, and pictures of girls that looked similar to her.

He stepped out of his home, and walked towards a coffee shop that was down the street. Pushing open the entrance door, the scent of freshly brewed coffee along with the baked goods wafted through the air. The scent was heavenly, as he sighed in content.

Placing his notebook down onto a table, he went up to the cashier. Ordering an Earl Grey tea along with a donut, he returned to his seat. Flipping the notebook open, he scanned the notes he had written in previously.

He had sketched out the woman's face on a page, each and every piece of it accurately matching how she looked like. Tom did not know why he was putting so much effort in finding her, but it felt like it was only right to. He felt incomplete if he did not follow his heart.

"Your order, sir." A man said, interrupting Tom's thoughts as he placed a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea onto the table. Settling a plate that held a donut down, the waiter looked behind him.

"Eh? Is she okay?" He said to himself, but obviously being in such short distance to Tom, the actor heard and looked up. Tom saw a girl that hugged legs to her chest, a navy jacket wrapped around her tiny frame. He squinted his eyes, she seemed familiar.

He could not see her face, for she was facing down, her forehead on her own kneecaps. Messy hair flowed down her head, its colour shining under the sunlight. In front of the girl was a notebook similar to Tom's, and an array of colourful pens were scattered around.

The waiter had left, scurrying to collect and serve orders from other customers. Tom observed her, taking a sip of his drink, the slightly bitter yet sweet taste made him close his eyes in bliss.

Tom had grew curious after observing her for the next fifteen minutes. Pushing back his chair, he picked up his food and notebook. Walking to where she sat at the back, he tapped her shoulder.

"May I sit here?" He asked, causing the girl to look up. Her face was flushed with tear-stained cheeks, along with slightly red eyes as she sniffled. Tom's eyes widened, he knew her.