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“Your standards must be soooo different from mine. Kay. Um. The remote is in the round chair, ask if you need any help, do you want anything to drink?” Summer paused in the hallway, looking back at Tom. “I’ve got soda, fruit juice, a little wine, water … no beer, but there’s cider.”

Tom smiled lightly to her, “Ah, water would be just fine..” He nodded, thanking Summer right after.

“‘scuse me for a sec,” she called down the hall. “Someone seems to think they’re starving to death!” There was a rattle of small objects, quickly followed by the thunder of four-footed animals. A dark, tiny cat flashed past Tom in a blur.

Summer returned, bearing a glass in both hands. “That should keep them busy for a bit.”

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That made her laugh, too. “Well, I warned you!” A quick turn and street-crossing, and the middle-height towers of a New York apartment complex rose before them. In just a few moments, she was capably unlocking a lower-floor door, opening it into a remarkably large space for New York living.

It was crowded with bookshelves and electronics, though. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.

Two cats twined themselves about her ankles immediately, the silver tabby importuning them both with continuous meows. The larger, seal-point-and-white bicolour, merely stropped himself busily, headbutting Tom’s ankle as well.

Tom continued on his way beside her, being greeted by the feline that rubbed against his ankles. He chuckled, kneeling down to greet the cat back with a gentle hand across its back. He looked around, standing up again to look over some of the books, some to be recognizable to him. “What are you talking about, ‘messy’?” He smiled over to Summer, glancing back at the two little cats.

“Your standards must be soooo different from mine. Kay. Um. The remote is in the round chair, ask if you need any help, do you want anything to drink?” Summer paused in the hallway, looking back at Tom. “I’ve got soda, fruit juice, a little wine, water … no beer, but there’s cider.”

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“No, I don’t wander far from home. Just a few blocks’ walk.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, Summer jerked her head in the appropriate direction and started walking. “Come on. I’ll apologise right now for the state of the place … I live alone, except for four cats, and so books and things tend to just stay piled. I don’t have a lot of — people over.”

She’d been going to say ‘friends’, but it was no good putting that on this poor man. Not even a local. She’d let it go, and seize the moment while it lasted instead.

Tom shook his head, “Ah, no it’s quite alright. I live alone as well, I don’t usually have much company; most being the crew..” He recalled, looking upward as he went to follow her shortly behind. “It couldn’t be possibly be very bad, I could come by as worse..” He laughed, looking around the streets and places.

That made her laugh, too. “Well, I warned you!” A quick turn and street-crossing, and the middle-height towers of a New York apartment complex rose before them. In just a few moments, she was capably unlocking a lower-floor door, opening it into a remarkably large space for New York living.

It was crowded with bookshelves and electronics, though. A pile of pillows stood in for a couch, and a round papasan chair held pride of place before the widescreen tv, though the stack of books implied other entertainment. A tall, carpet-covered climbing tree, many-ledged, took up the space before one window, and a hallway led off on the opposite side.

Two cats twined themselves about her ankles immediately, the silver tabby importuning them both with continuous meows. The larger, seal-point-and-white bicolour, merely stropped himself busily, headbutting Tom’s ankle as well.

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“Do I get running commentary if I watch them with you? I think I’d quite like that.” Summer jumped to her feet, dusting her hands off. “Tell you what, let’s do that. Maybe at my place? You must be in a hotel here, and that’s no fun.”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, that would be great!” He smiled a toothy grin, watching her as she got up to her feet. “Ah, yeah, only a hotel..not bad actually, but I guess I can spend a few hours off.” He said, checking his phone in his pocket once more, glancing back to Summer.

“Don’t let me keep you,” she said dryly, something that looked like a smile but wasn’t curving her mouth. “I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.” Her eyebrows were raised just the slightest bit, before she went on, “Do you need to fetch anything from your room?”

“No, it’s quite alright!” Tom nodded, “I don’t believe I have any shoots or sets to be at right now, so I’m really off for the night.” He reassured, taking a moment to think. “No, I don’t believe I need anything..ah, where is your house? Is it far from here?”

“No, I don’t wander far from home. Just a few blocks’ walk.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, Summer jerked her head in the appropriate direction and started walking. “Come on. I’ll apologise right now for the state of the place … I live alone, except for four cats, and so books and things tend to just stay piled. I don’t have a lot of — people over.”

She’d been going to say ‘friends’, but it was no good putting that on this poor man. Not even a local. She’d let it go, and seize the moment while it lasted instead.

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“Do I get running commentary if I watch them with you? I think I’d quite like that.” Summer jumped to her feet, dusting her hands off. “Tell you what, let’s do that. Maybe at my place? You must be in a hotel here, and that’s no fun.”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, that would be great!” He smiled a toothy grin, watching her as she got up to her feet. “Ah, yeah, only a hotel..not bad actually, but I guess I can spend a few hours off.” He said, checking his phone in his pocket once more, glancing back to Summer.

“Don’t let me keep you,” she said dryly, something that looked like a smile but wasn’t curving her mouth. “I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or anything.” Her eyebrows were raised just the slightest bit, before she went on, “Do you need to fetch anything from your room?”

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“Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston. Why do I feel like I should know that name … ” She chewed on the side of a finger. “No mind! The Hollow Crown. I’ll look for that. And a lead character, too! Do you make a perfect Prince Hal, Tom?” This grin was absolutely wicked, full of the knowledge of Prince Hal’s character.

Tom nodded, “Well, I will always come to make mistakes I guess..you’ll just have to watch it and come to me to tell me what you think!” He said with a laugh, thinking about the character well.

That earned him an inquisitive arch of one eyebrow. “And how am I supposed to do that, Tom? If you’re in Cali, and I’m here, and you’re an actor, probably a well-known one at that … hmmm? Not likely I can get a letter through your agent.” Summer cocked her head to one side and regarded him coolly.

“I mean, the films are already out..you may accompany me to watch them if you’d like..unless you’d like to accompany me to one of our sets. I wouldn’t mind, and I’m sure that I can let you pass for perhaps a day..” Tom nodded, shrugging.

“Do I get running commentary if I watch them with you? I think I’d quite like that.” Summer jumped to her feet, dusting her hands off. “Tell you what, let’s do that. Maybe at my place? You must be in a hotel here, and that’s no fun.”

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Her eyes lit up, and she practically vibrated for how fast she sat up straight. “You do Shakespeare? I think I love you now! That’s it. You have to tell me your name, because you’re going to be my new favourite actor. Nobody does fuckin’ Shakespeare anymore!”

“Ah, Tom Hiddleston.” He stated with a small smile, “No, you are too kind, there are much greater actors than I!” The actor said modestly, shaking his head. But he did agree that there was not much to play in Shakespeare anymore.

“Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston. Why do I feel like I should know that name … ” She chewed on the side of a finger. “No mind! The Hollow Crown. I’ll look for that. And a lead character, too! Do you make a perfect Prince Hal, Tom?” This grin was absolutely wicked, full of the knowledge of Prince Hal’s character.

Tom nodded, “Well, I will always come to make mistakes I guess..you’ll just have to watch it and come to me to tell me what you think!” He said with a laugh, thinking about the character well.

That earned him an inquisitive arch of one eyebrow. “And how am I supposed to do that, Tom? If you’re in Cali, and I’m here, and you’re an actor, probably a well-known one at that … hmmm? Not likely I can get a letter through your agent.” Summer cocked her head to one side and regarded him coolly.

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Her eyes lit up, and she practically vibrated for how fast she sat up straight. “You do Shakespeare? I think I love you now! That’s it. You have to tell me your name, because you’re going to be my new favourite actor. Nobody does fuckin’ Shakespeare anymore!”

“Ah, Tom Hiddleston.” He stated with a small smile, “No, you are too kind, there are much greater actors than I!” The actor said modestly, shaking his head. But he did agree that there was not much to play in Shakespeare anymore.

“Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston. Why do I feel like I should know that name … ” She chewed on the side of a finger. “No mind! The Hollow Crown. I’ll look for that. And a lead character, too! Do you make a perfect Prince Hal, Tom?” This grin was absolutely wicked, full of the knowledge of Prince Hal’s character.

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“I do think I had rather figured that out,” she drawled, thickening her own slight accent on purpose. “Ask me something else!”

Tom nodded, smiling a bit wider. “Um, well..what do you do? Work-wise, I suppose..”

Slender fingers started combing through her long tail of hair again, nervously. “I do web design, from home. It gives me really flexible hours, because I do my best work late at night, when all the buzzing hearts of the city are asleep. So during the day, I — help around, with this and that.” Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed that flaw in the smoothness of that sentence … 

“I’ve been junior partner on a big, well-paying contract for a long time now, so I don’t even really have to do a lot to make enough. But then, you don’t ever have that worry, do you? Being an actor. Come on, just a little hint on what you’ve done?”

Tom smiled, “Well that sure sounds interesting!” He nodded, finding designs to be rather difficult for him; he wasn’t much of an artist. “I can’t tell you much of upcoming movies, unfortunately..” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I recently had finished The Hollow Crown as Prince Hal or Henry V. I really do enjoy Shakespeare though.” He grinned, obviously passionate of the literature.

Her eyes lit up, and she practically vibrated for how fast she sat up straight. “You do Shakespeare? I think I love you now! That’s it. You have to tell me your name, because you’re going to be my new favourite actor. Nobody does fuckin’ Shakespeare anymore!”

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“I do think I had rather figured that out,” she drawled, thickening her own slight accent on purpose. “Ask me something else!”

Tom nodded, smiling a bit wider. “Um, well..what do you do? Work-wise, I suppose..”

Slender fingers started combing through her long tail of hair again, nervously. “I do web design, from home. It gives me really flexible hours, because I do my best work late at night, when all the buzzing hearts of the city are asleep. So during the day, I — help around, with this and that.” Hopefully, he hadn’t noticed that flaw in the smoothness of that sentence … 

“I’ve been junior partner on a big, well-paying contract for a long time now, so I don’t even really have to do a lot to make enough. But then, you don’t ever have that worry, do you? Being an actor. Come on, just a little hint on what you’ve done?”