A/N: Hey there! This is my submission for this week’s FFF so it doesn’t have any smut just lots of fluff.
What happens when Tom can’t find his favorite tie? Enjoy!
"Aww, come on, Why do these things always happen to me when I’m in a rush? Ava. Ava? I need your help. Like … now!"
Rushing into our dressing room I said, “Tom, what? What’s wrong?”
"These pants are all wrinkled, my shirt looks just as bad, and I can’t find my favorite tie. You know, the dark charcoal grey one." He babbled out.
"Tom, look at me. Relax, the world is not going to end because you can’t find your favorite tie or because your favorite outfit is creased." Taking the offending pants and dress shirt from him, I looked them over. "Maybe the new dry cleaners I tried last week isn’t as good as I had hoped they would be. If you really want to wear these tonight give me fifteen minutes so I can work my magic on them with the iron. Okay?"