Too complicated

Too complicated: Part 4

Tom POV:

The way she glided around the polished floors of the diner remained vivid in my mind. She was a silhouette dancing in between my memories as I thought over our conversation. It occupied my brain for most of the day, having to re-do numerous scenes since I kept screwing up the lines. It wasn't my fault the thought of her makes me so absent to everything else. I was hoping to go down and see her again, she said she would be working. And I think the feeling of being away from her is slowly deteriorating my good mood since many had pointed out I had grown rather grumpy and agitated nearer the end of the day. But of course, because the universe just loves to mess with me, shooting today happened to last longer than anticipated. I suppose that was mainly my fault because I kept messing up the takes but still, it definitely didn't help my mood. The cast and boys agreed to hit the club, deciding that alcohol would be the best way to finish off the week. But me, I was looking forward to seeing her all day, so I didn't get in their Uber, instead I drove myself to the same little diner we were at yesterday. They say your brain remembers only the most memorable and important things, I guess this was its way of telling me she was important because I knew exactly where I had to go despite only ever being there once and without hesitation. It was quite late already, the night practically flirting with the early hours of the next day, so coming here may have been a bit of a risk. But I'm a risk taker. I won't lie, it would really suck if she wasn't there, I had told her I would be, I don't want her to think I was lying or leading her on. Then again, she might not even remember me for all I know. I pulled up in front of the diner where I heard the sound of gravel being compressed under my car as I slowly shifted into the correct parking position. The warm lights of the diner were still burning bright within, yet I saw the sign on the front door had been turned to read "closed". That's when I found her sliding across the floor, dancing with a broom as she swept the floors. She seemed so peaceful, so happy. It was nice, although she wasn't the greatest dancer, she was having fun. And that's all that matters. I get out of the car, locking it behind me and make my way to the door, hearing the jingle of the bell as I pushed it open. I expected to hear music blaring to every corner of the diner, but the atmosphere was still, until I heard her. Her voice was so smooth, like gliding on ice, yet so powerful as her singing echoed around the room. It was hauntingly beautiful, I already knew I would be playing it in my head as I fall asleep. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. I noticed her eyes closed as she swept the floors, momentarily opening them to watch where she was going. But she hadn't realised I was here since she was listening to the music through her earphones that she ran though under her shirt so it wouldn't move as she danced. I liked how she thought of everything. I decide to clear my throat loudly so she would hear, and as I did, she spun around and faced me looking very worried, but her eyes softened as she saw me. She pulled out her earbuds and phone to pause the music, sliding it gently back into her pocket and coming closer to me. I smiled as she came, dragging along the broomstick behind her.

Tom: Hi.

Y/n: Hi. We're closed you know?

Tom: I know, but I promised I'd be back. So here I am.

She chuckled and pulled the broom back into a little cupboard and began untying her apron from around her waist.

Y/n: I'm sorry I can't serve you, there's no food.

Tom: That's fine, I already ate.

She raised her eyebrows at me and shut the door of the cupboard as she untucked her oversized shirt from her jeans.

Y/n: Well I'm about to head out.

Tom: Do you want a ride?

Y/n: It's okay, I'm just going to order an Uber.

Tom: No no you don't need to do that. Honestly I'd rather know you got home safe.

Y/n: How do I know I can trust you.

Tom: I'm Spider-Man?

She chuckled and walked to the coat hanger stood by the door, plucking off a black jacket and putting it on. She had an expression on her face as if the cogs in her mind were shifting and turning to find a suitable answer for her.

Y/n: Okay then Spider-Man, if you're really okay with it?

Tom: Of course.

I beamed and rushed to open the door for her. I waited as she shut off all the lights and locked the door and we both walked to my car. She told me the directions to her house and stared out the window, the sleepy blue lights reflecting off of the window and into her eyes. I have to remind myself a few times that I'm driving.

Tom: How long have you been singing?

She looked very shocked at my question. She quickly buried her face in her hands and shook her head.

Y/n: Oh god you heard me?

Tom: Yeah, you were amazing.

Y/n: Thanks but I don't really sing in front of people.

Tom: That's why you're so mortified that I heard you?

Y/n: Kinda.

Tom: Well you shouldn't be. You're crazy good.

She shook her head and played with her fingers as she changed the subject, clearly not liking that it was on her. I told her about my day at work which she seemed genuinely interested by, not just because I'm a famous actor or whatever, but because of the little anecdotes I don't really mention when people ask me about my day. She doesn't live that far from the diner and soon we've already pulled up to her house. It's small and quiet, much like her personality, but I get the feeling there's more to it than what meets the eye. She steps in front of her door and looks back at me before taking out her keys.

Y/n: Thank you for the ride.

Tom: No worries. So are you working tomorrow too?

Y/n: I am.

Tom: Is it okay if I come to see you again?

Y/n: Tom, I don't want you to think I'm leading you on. I'm not really looking for anything right now, my life is just a bit complicated at the moment.

Tom: Don't worry, I understand. But...I'd still like to see you if you're cool with that?

Y/n: Sure. My shift starts at six.

Tom: Got it. Goodnight Y/n.

Y/n: Goodnight Spidey.

She waved me off as she walked into her house. This may be a bit harder than I thought.