*Sigyn*
I stop in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I like the way the white long sleeve blouse fit on my body and the fitted black capris makes my legs look long. I decide on a very light makeup, a bit of powder, a touch of blush, mascara and some lip balm.. After all it's just a lunch date and I rarely go all out.

I ruffle up my hair a bit, leaving it loose feeling the butterflies flutter again, they have been there all morning, making it almost impossible for me to eat breakfast. When the doorbell finally ring I almost jump, simply because I am so tense.

Then I grab my light rosa wool coat pulling it on as I go to open the door. "Just a second". I leave the door open as I step into my pink sneakers, pull on my beenie and grab my small handbag from the table. "All ready".

"Well hello there darling, don't you look just beautiful". He say smiling and just exactly catch me as I stumble over the doorstep and into his arm. "Whoops there".

"Sorry". I feel utterly mortified. "I am such a clutz".

He just smile at me, as he steadies me. "It's okay, I got you".

"Thanks". I say, sending him a small smile. He just has this.. air about him that makes you feel comfortable, even after having just embarrassed yourself.

"No problem darling.. I am only happy to catch you". He offers me his arm and I accept it after locking the door.

He is wearing black fitted jeans, grey suede boots and a navy blue peacock coat, just like he seems to always do. It's simple clothes, but it looks good on him.

"I hope you like greek food, I know this great little place nearby. It's very cosy and the food is good". He automatically adjust his step to my rhythm.

"Greek is fine with me, I am not picky". I feel myself starting to relax quite a lot, even though the butterflies remain.

We walk slowly through the neighbourhood talking about everything and nothing. Beside Zac, Tom is probably the easiest guy to talk to ever. It might sound weird, but I almost forget how handsome he is.

We reach a small restaurant, white with blue trimmings and a sign saying 'Eros'. Tom opens the door. "Efter you my dear".

As we walk inside a small greek looking man in a White shirt comes over. When he spots Tom his face lights up. "Oh Mr Hiddleston.. so happy to see you again.. the usual table ?"

"Nico how many times have I asked you to call me Tom ?" He smiles warmly at to older man. "And yes please, if it's free".

"Many times more Mr Hiddleston". He bows lightly and look at me. "Welcome to Eros my dear".

I smile at the man, instantly liking him. "Thank you Nico.. can I call you Nico ?"

"Pretty lady like you, you can call me anything you want". He winks at me and grin. "Come, come.. best table in the house".

He leads us to a booth in the corner, it has soft benches and is kinda screened of from the rest, making it very private and cosy.

"Here let me take you coat". Tom walks up behind me, and I shrug out of my coat, letting him take it. A true gentleman I see.

I sit down as he goes to hang the coats, watching him walk back towards me. He is pushing the sleeves of his burgundy sweater halfway up his forearms, sending me a warm smile, that makes warm chills shoot up my spine.

"I like this place". I say as he sits down, kinda folding his long legs under him. "And Nico seems nice".

"I might have to be careful that he don't steal my pretty lady away from me". He chuckles lightly.

For some reason his words makes my stomach do a backflip.. his pretty lady.. am I his ? Do I want to be ? "Well Nico is very charming.. so maybe you do have to be careful".

"Nico could also be your father.. so I hope I have the edge age vise". His long fingers run down his neck, scratching slightly. "Unless you prefer much older men of course".

I wiggle my eyebrows. "Nahh.. not that I am caught up in age and such.. but I think I prefer someone around my own age".

His tongue slip out, wetting his lips and I wonder if he knows how distracting it is. "Okay.. so I know you are not supposed to ask a lady her age.. but.. is it okay to ask ?"

"It's fine Thomas.. I don't think women take offence to it now a days.. and I just turned 27 a couple of months ago". I mean it's a totally normal thing to want to know. "What about you ?"

He bites his lip. "Well.. not as Young as I could wish right now.. I turned 38 in february".

"Oh.. I would have guessed you younger". I had thought he was like 33, but now knowing, I guess I can see it in his laugh lines around the eyes.

"Sorry about that". He gives me one of those smiles. "I hope you are not too disappointed".

I shake my head slightly, smiling back. "No reason to apologise.. it's not like you are old or anything".

"I am happy you don't find me old.. or old looking". He laughs, it's a unique sound, something like ehehehe and it makes he nose and eyes crinkle, but in the most adorable way and I can't stop myself from smiling back. Honestly I mostly just find him handsome and intriguing.

"I definitely don't". I bite my lip, feeling my cheeks flush slightly.

He is not looking at the menu at all, instead he is looking at me, in a way that definitely don't make my cheeks less red. "What do you say we take the chef's special ? It's like a little bit of everything and you just taste and share".

"Sound perfect". I am honestly happy not to have to chose.