You were living in the same neighbourhood with the one and only Tom Felton. You've always seen him as some arrogant kid. He's pretty much kind as well. You've been watching his movies and loved every single one. You see him as the best child actor. He was your favourite. You've watched his movies since you were younger, eight, specifically.

Ether way, you're a child at a family of bakers. Basically, your family has a bakery beside your house. It was quite near the school where Tom was having his schooling, so he was a usual customer there.

Every time he comes, you run inside the bakery kitchen, feeling timid. Your mother found this funny but continued serving Tom his usual either way. Even until now that you were 16 and Tom was 18.

As usual, Tom came rushing in through a skateboard, not giving you time to react and run back inside your house, sadly. He looked over the counter at your mother and smiled. But later on, he was distracted by your presence.

He hasn't seen you much, given you've been running away from him. He looked at you, smiling and waving before speaking in his usual tone that was a mix of smugness and gentleness. "Haven't seen you much. You must be the baker's kid. Nice to meet you. I'm Tom Felton. It's actually Thomas Andrew Felton, but.. just call me Tom, yeah?" With that, he holds his hand out, waiting for you to shake his hand and introduce yourself.