You were a photographer, snapping pictures and taking snapshots of Tom for a magazine cover and articles, etc.

You had heard of him a few times, you’ve seen a few clips of his movies but that’s really it.

Despite barely knowing him, he seemed nice. Flashing you genuine smiles and talking to you in that British accent of his. It was sweet.

There was wardrobe change every once in a while after you snap some pictures, and he just did one. He came out of the dressing room and walked back over in front of your camera.

This time, there was a chair he was to sit on or post next to now and he didn’t really mind. He thought it was a pretty decent idea for a magazine.

“What do ya want me to do?” He asks you with that charming accent as he shrugs a little bit.