1 week later
*Tom*
I find myself scanning the platform as the train rolls into Tottenham court road station, wondering if the is here. I have seen her on the train 4 times in the last week, she always get in the last cart just like me and she always send me a smile and a 'good evening'.

But I can't see her and I feel my heart kinda sink, for some reason I find myself looking forward to seeing her. Yeah you really are a silly old fool Tom.

Just as the doors beep, about to close, someone calls out. "Hold the doors, please hold the doors".

And as I recognise her voice, I get up without even thinking, blocking the door wit my body, even if I know it's a dumb thing to do. Seconds later she jumps past me into the wagon and I step away from the door, letting it close.

"Thanks". She looks at me, her voice out of breath and her cheeks flushed prettily. Swiping her hair out of her face. "I hate when you just exactly miss the train".

"I think we all hate that". I wonder why my voice sounds so high and why I have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.. I guess it's butterflies.

She slumps don't on the seat. "Oh you didn't bring your dog today.. Bobby".

"No.. he is at home for once". I sit down opposite her. Oh she remember Bobby's name. The butterflies moves again.

"I like him.. your dog". She looks up. "He is really cute and always seems so happy and kind".

'You do know how dogs is like their owners right ?' No I can't say that. Damn Tom, she would think you some idiot. "Thanks.. he is my baby". Way to go Tom, now she thinks you are really pathetic.

"Oh that's so sweet.. I bet your.. wife feel the same". She gives me kind of a curious side glance.

I shake my head. "No wife.. just me and Bobby.. all alone". I bite my lip. "So you have anyone at home.. pets I mean ?"

She shakes her head. "No .. pets unfortunately.. no one at all but me.. just moved here two weeks ago, so.. yeah".

"Good". Fuck Tom, not what you are supposed to say. "Uhh, I mean.. if you need a guide I would love to help". Oh lord what's wrong with you Thomas ? "I mean, Hi.. I'm.. Thomas.. we kinda never exchanged names".

She holds out her hand. "Well nice to meet you Thomas, I'm Sigyn".

"Seriously ?" I might look slightly surprised, as I shake her hand. I mean have I misread her ? Do she know who I am ? "Sigyn.. like the goddess.. the wife of .. Loki ?"

She giggles softly, a sound that sends the butterflies into a frenzy. "Yeah.. I'm from Norway, and my parents likes the old fashioned names".

"I like it.. it's.. special". This has to be fate trying to tell me something. "Norway.. interesting.. but your accent.. it's very ... American".

"I have lived in America for 8 years, so.. yeah". Her fingers are fiddling with her handbag.

*Sigyn*
Why is he making me so.. fiddly, nervous.. weird ? I always thought the like butterflies in the stomach and all that was.. only in books and movies.. but now I know that they are true and that because of a man that I only barely know the name of.

"Oh that makes sense". He say, sending me one of those warm smiles. "So.. what brings you here to London ?"

"Work.. I got offered a job opportunity here that I couldn't refuse". I tell him.. that much I am allowed to tell.

He looks curious, the bright blue eyes sparkling. "Interesting.. so what.. kind of work do you do ? If it's okay to ask".

"Sure, no problem". I say, trying to keep my hands still. "I work as a personal life coach.. mostly for athletes".

"Life coach ? That sound interesting.. what does a life coach do ?" He is leaning forward in his seat, his full attention on me, reminding me a lot about Zac this moment.

I bite my lips thinking for a moment. "I help people with diet, work out, all kind of changes to their life, depending on what they want to accomplish.. lose weight, gain muscles, get faster.. as I said, I mostly work with athletes".

"Oh that actually sound very interesting.. so you know like a lot about these things I take it". He seems genuinely interested.

"I used to be an olympic athlete.. so.. yeah.. I have studied everything about nutrition and mental health the last couple of years". I don't like feeling like I am bragging, but truth is, I do know my shit.

He leans back, looking at my with twinkling eyes. "Oh impressive.. so.. what did you compete in ?"

"Figure skating, but I had a fall, hurt my knee and ankle so.. I can't skate at that level any longer". I shrug. "Those who can't do, teach.. and all that".

"I'm sorry about your injury.. I mean I guess figure skating was your dream.. I can't even imagine not being able to live your dream". He looks almost upset. "But I guess it's good you found another way to use it".

I fiddle with my bag again. Damn why does he make me feel so.. nervous ? "Thanks, honestly by now I am kind of happy to be able to.. have a life beside work.. Being a professional athlete don't leave much space for.. anything else".

"No I can imagine". A flash of something, almost painful.. a realisation of some sorts, run over his handsome face. "I get that.. happy you managed to turn it around and see the positive side to it".

"Well.. you have to, don't you". I shrug. "See the positive I mean, keep believing that there is a reason for anything.. Maybe I needed to be here right now, for some reason and all this, my injury and job.. Maybe it lead me here ?"

A smirk like smile spread on his lips, one that sends my heart into a frenzy. "I happen to believe that you might be right".