Finding Love in a Coffee Shop
Imagine: meeting Tom in a coffee shop while visiting London and sparks fly You were visiting London for the first time ever. It was more beautiful than you could have imagined. It was a typical cold day in London and you were in desperate need of a warm chocolatey drink. You were walking the streets, when a cute little coffee shop caught your eye. It looked empty but you knew from experience that some of the best things come in small unexpected problems. You walked in and were surrounded by warmth and the decadent smells of chocolate and coffee. You scanned the menu, written in chalk, and decided on a medium cup of hot chocolate with caramel and chocolate drizzle. You paid and was handed your drink. You turned with your eyes downcast and bumped into a warm solid body. Your breath left in an ‘oof’ and a hiss as some of your hot drink splashed over onto your hand. “Oh. I am sorry darling, I didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you okay?”, a worried, familiar and deep British voice asked. “Umm it’s fine. Yes I’m okay but I spilt some of my drink on my hand.” “Shit. Here let’s go sit over here and let me look, it’s the least I could do after almost running you over and burning you.” You felt a hand gently grasp your uninjured hand and sparks shoot up your hand were it met with the stranger’s. You gasped and you could just barely hear the stranger’s sharp intake of breath. You looked up and were shocked to see none other than Tom Hiddleston. Your face got red as he gently pushed you into a nearby booth. He squatted and took your injured hand is his lightly as if it were porcelain, still sending shocks through you. He inspected it. “How much does it hurt? It doesn’t look to bad. I really am sorry. I guess I need to watch where I’m going more often,huh?” “It doesn’t hurt much. I’m fine really. The question is are you ok?” He chuckled. “I bump into you and you ask if I’m ok? I guess what they say about some Americans was wrong; some of you guys are hospitable and not rude. But yes I a ok thank you for asking. Now, may I know what you were drinking so I can replace the one spilt?” “Oh no. It’s fine only a little spilled out. Thank you though.” Tom, knowing you’d stay stubborn, left to go order. Your shoulders slumped as saddness filled your being. It confused you, you only knew of Tom not him personally, yet you felt connected to him in a way you’ve never felt for anyone especially of the opposite sex. You turned to face the table and opened the book you brought with you. You heard the chair across from you being pulled out and looked up. Your eyes widened as you saw Tom sitting across from you. His eyes brightened as he smiled. “So what book are you reading?” You blushed as you lifted your book up for him to see the title. The title was Macbeth. Tom’s eye widened in surprise. “You’re reading that?” “Yes! I happen to like Shakespeare. His writing is wonderful and so intricate and unique.”, you say defensively. Tom held his hands up in surrender. “Oh no I wasn’t judging. I find it amazing that you like his work. I myself enjoy Shakespeare. Oh and let me see your hand please?” You apologized for snapping at him and extended your hand to him. He gently set a bag of ice on your hand. “That should help with your minor burn.” You both then jumped into a conversation about anything and everything. A few hours passed before Tom’s phone rang. “Excuse me for a minute.”, He walked away to take his call. When he came back he had a slight disappointed look. “It seems I have a photo shoot to go to. I must leave but I would really like to talk to you more. May I have your number so I can reach you?” You sat in shock, the Tom Hiddleston was asking for your number! You have it to him. Before he left, he bent and grabbed your hand before placing a kiss to the back of your hand. The place his lips touched, burned pleasantly long after he had left, unknowingly taking your heart with him. A few days passed and you started to think that maybe you had made up the whole encounter or that he just wasn’t interested in you, why would he? You were just a person, unknown by others. You weren’t famous. But no sooner had you thought that when he called you asking to take you to dinner. Late that night, he was picking you up taking you to a nice place for dinner that wasn’t too expensive or fancy, thankfully. He could tell you weren’t the type to go to fancy restaurants, that you preferred small hardly known places. You talked even more over dinner and fell deeper in love. After dinner, he took you to the London Eye. Once you reached the top it stopped for a few minutes. Tom turned to you as your compartment stopped. “I don’t know what it is about you (Y/N), but I have fallen in love with you in our short time together. I’ve never met any other soul like you. Would you do me the honor of becoming my significant other?” Tears pooled in your eyes. You would be going back to America where you had no family and a boring cubicle job. But yo were afraid of telling him you were leaving. “I-I would love to but you see I’m leaving tomorrow for America.” His face dropped. He then desperately grasped your hands in his big ones. “Is there someone else you have back in America?”, he asked his heart breaking. “No. I actually have no-one. And there is no significant other. I’ve never even dated.” “Then please, please stay here.” “I’d love to but I’d have no where to go.” “I know we’ve barely known each for only a few days, but you can move in with me. I can’t let you go because I feel that if I do I’ll be losing the greatest thing to ever have walked into a my life. Please stay here with me, let me get to know all your quirks, likes and dislikes.” You smiled and nodded happily. “I’d like that too, very much so.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. He gently cupped your cheeks. He leaned close to you pressing his nose to yours. “May I kiss you?”, he asked quietly. You blushed and nodded. He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against yours. Electricity flowed between you two. He lightly pressed his lips to yours giving you light kisses. Wanting to truly feel his lips on yours and to know his taste, you clasped his face in your small hands and pressed his lips hard against yours. He gently opened your mouth with his as your lips moved in perfect tandem with one another. One of Tom’s hands moved from your face to your hair, clasping a handful. He gently ran the tip of his tongue against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You hestitantly opened your mouth to his invasion. He slipped his tongue in to meet yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist as yours stayed in his hair as you two continued to kiss passionately. Lost in each other’s touch and taste, you hadn’t realized the compartment had began moving again until you pulled apart to breathe. “That was the best first kiss I think in history. You’re an amazing kisser. I’ve kinda always wondered what it would be like to kiss you.” “Oh so you’re one of those fangirls.”, he said jokingly. You playfully smacked his arm. Your compartment reached the ground and you two stepped off. Tom walked you to the hotel you’re staying at so you could get your luggage and then you two headed to his lovely flat.