You briefly explain this morning's collision to him.
From: Tom
Still having trouble remembering - I've run into a number of people today, love.
Go figure. You start rattling off everything you can recall; the street, the time, the building it happened in front of, what you were wearing... anything you thought would help. There's a bit of a delay, like maybe he had to think on it for a moment.
From: Tom
That was you?
To: Tom
Yes, that was me, not paying attention to where I was walking..
From: Tom
Don't worry about it, I was quite distracted myself, to be honest.
Wait.... wait wait wait. Distracted like how? You panic for a moment, but then tell yourself to get it together. It could be one of thousands of not-you-related things. It's almost time to go off your break, anyway. You shake the thought out of your head.
Well, as first impressions go, you decide that you didn't really do that horribly. It could have been a lot worse. You could have fallen flat on your face or something equally mortifying. You didn't have a total spaz attack in front of him, either. You're actually a little proud of yourself for that.
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Got Your Number
FanfictionIf your favourite actor gave out his number on social media, would you be able to take the chance and try it out? (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader fanfiction.)
