2 weeks later
*Sigyn*
"Fuck !" I halfway stumble down the last step on the Tottenham court road station. I hate all these steps and having to change train to get home on the underground. I move to the end of the platform, preferring to sit in the back of the train, there is always less people.

My new.. boss.. client.. whatever you want to call it, her Royal highness Princess Caroline Aurora Elizabeth, has just moved our sessions to later in the day, so now I am not off before around 10 pm and have to take the tube in the evening.

I pull out my phone when it buzzes, it's Zac of course, sending me a long text, asking how I am and if anything interesting has happened yet.

Luckily the northern line is here after a couple of minutes and the right one too, the one going to Edgware, with a stop in Belsize park where I am getting off. The train stop, and I step into a near empty wagon.

I am still looking at my phone, giggling to myself about Zac's message, when out of the corner of my eye I see something move on the floor, so I quickly step to the side, somehow sitting my foot down wrong, twisting my ankle and I feel myself falling.

"Oh fuck". I hear myself say, dropping my phone and lifting my hands to stop the fall, typical me I fall like almost on top of the only other person in the compartment, slamming my hands into his chest.

Strong hands grab my shoulders, stopping me from landing in his lap. "Are you okay there darling ?"

The warm, deep and very British voice kind of coil itself around me, and I look up and into a pair of sparkly blue eyes. "Yeah.. very pretty.. Uh I mean very much okay.. thanks".

"No problem at all". A smile spread on his face, making the corners of his eyes crinkle. "I couldn't very well let you fall".

"Well maybe not.. but thanks anyway sir". I smile back, it's kinda impossible not to. Then I sit down across from him and two seats down.

I can't help glancing at him. He looks tall, long and lean, with a mane of sandy-ginger curls, razor sharp cheekbones and a strong jaw, covered in a short gingery beard.

What I had seen move turns out to be his dog, a dark brown cocker spaniel with the sweetest eyes, who are looking kinda curiously at me, like he is wondering why I almost sat on his human.

"Sit Bobby". The man say softly, his voice is calm and firm, but filled with warmth and the dog instantly follows the command, looking up at him with the outmost adoration. He leans a little forward, scratching the dog behind the ear. "Good boy".

How people treat animals says a lot about them and the way this guy talks to the dog, not to speak about the way the dog clearly adores his human, tells me that this is actually a good guy and I can't help smiling to myself.

*Tom*
I can't help casting a discrete glance at the woman sitting across from me. She is beautiful, at the same time fragile and strong. Her blonde hair is swept back in a ponytail and a warm smile is playing on her lips.

And either she actually don't know me or she is very good at not showing it, I am pretty sure it's the first, and it's actually a relief. Her accent sounds American, but with a hint of something else.

I let myself sink back into the seat, relaxing. My head and body is tired after during the play. Not that it is long or very physical, but it kind of drains me and with the stage door after.. Well I find myself tired. Don't get me wrong, I love meeting the fans, but it is always so rushed, wanting to give time to as many as possible, without spending myself completely.

The woman is checking out her phone, luckily it seemed okay after she dropped it. There is a small pling as she receives a text and as she reads it a warm smile spread on her face, making me wonder if it's from her husband.. nah, no wedding ring.. a boyfriend maybe.

Seems like everyone else is couples at the moment, spring coming and love blossoming. Well except for me.. it's not that I don't want to find someone, it just feels so complicated.. just meeting someone, someone who don't think they have me all figured out already before the first date.. someone who like me for me, not for who they think I am.. and someone that is right for me too.. not that I am actually picky, but she needs to give me that feeling.. the butterflies, the wanting to forget everything else and just be with her, is that too much to ask ?

I haven't had a girlfriend for.. Well years and can't remember the last time I had a date, the only action I am getting these days is on stage.. the only snuggles I get is from Bobby.. damn how sad does that sound ? People would probably be shocked to hear.

Just like a lot of people would probably be very surprised to find that I am taking the underground home every evening after the play. Especially as they see me get into a car with a chauffeur.. but truth is that he only drives me around the block and to the nearest station, just to throw people of my.. scent, letting me go home in relative peace.

"Come on boy, let's get home". I get up, as the train rolls into Belsize park station and Bobby is immediately by my foot. I am so happy I decided to get a dog, having someone to keep me company mean so much.

I notice that the woman get up too, walking to stand behind us and exiting the train. And I find myself wondering where in the area she might live and if she has recently moved here. I have definitely not seen her before, because I would remember her if I had.

As we get in the elevator, Bobby forget his manners for a minute, sniffling her leg as she steps up beside us. "No Bobby, leave the lady alone". I look at her. "Sorry about that".

"Oh it's no problem at all, I love dogs". She look at Bobby smiling. "Can I pet him ?"

"Sure, he loves people". I say, watching as she squat down, stroking his head and scratching him behind the ear, making his tail go into propeller mood.

"Oh ain't you just the cutest". She smile warmly as she gives him a last scratch, before getting back up, her eyes coming up to my face, her hand gently smoothing Bobby's fur back in place. "He is a really sweet dog".

I get this sudden desire for her to reach out and do the same to me. But I just smile. "Thank you, he really is".

As the elevator stops, I let her get out first, walking out behind her. I have to hold Bobby back a bit, as apparently he would love another scratch.

As we walk out from the station, she gives me a smile. "Have a nice evening".

"You too". I smile back, seeing that she turns in the opposite direction than me.  I look at Bobby. "Should I have asked her name ? Introduced myself ?"

He looks up at me, cocking his head slightly. And I sigh. "Yeah you are right boy, daddy is getting silly on his old days.. I mean I have no idea who she is, it would be a bad idea".