(‘Reader’, in this tale, obviously carries my traits: amazingly long hair, very short (5’2”). Feel free to reply/reblog-add as Tom.)

Shakespeare in the Park — you’ve never missed it, and this year is no exception. The offering is Measure for Measure, which you’ve only read, long time ago at college. You stretch yourself as tall as possible (which isn’t very), sweeping your gaze around the crowd of folk in folding chairs and on blankets and towels, hoping to spot someone you know. The whipping end of your knee-length braid smacks the person behind you across the chest, and you turn, opening your mouth to apologise.

The word dries up in your throat, though. The eyes you meet are a warm blue, surrounded by the crinkles of a familiar smile. That smile looks out at you every day from your computer screen.

Tom Hiddleston.