"Okay," you mumble to yourself. "That's weird." You look around the front seat of your car, then outside of the car.

You hop into the car, brushing your hair from your face as you start the engine, hearing it purr to life. As you turn to adjust the radio, you feel a presence right behind you, and you freeze.

Before you can look around, a familiar voice whispers, "Hello, Darling."

You lunge up and pull your fist back without thinking, launching it to whomever or whatever dared to break into your car and scare you to death. Tom's head jerks back from the impact of your fist, and he immediately holds his bloody nose with a shocked and amused look on his face.

You push open the door of the car, tumbling out onto the pavement below before you can process anything that's just happened. Tom opens his door, stepping out while laughing his ass off.

Your face is red for an entirely different reason. "THOMAS WILLIAM HIDDLESTON! Are you serious?"

Tom wipes the blood away from his nose, seeing that it's stopped bleeding. "You... should have seen... the look... on your face, Darling!" His eyes close and his nose crinkles up in laughter and leans against the car for support.

You cross your arms as tears start to form. "Tom, that wasn't funny! That so was not funny!"

Tom sees that you're not laughing as soon as you normally do and goes to reach for you. "Darling, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so harshly. You're crying?"

You push away his arms, getting up on your own. "You know I get weepy when I get scared, Tom, and you scared me so freaking bad." You wrap your arms around yourself to keep yourself from hyperventilating.

TO BE CONTINUED...