You had just moved from California to New York with your roommate, for college both attending Harvard university. You both didn’t want to be stuck in the dorms so you decided to look for an apartment near by.

While looking you found the cutest vintage apartment for sale. Original white wooden frame work, and a newer vintage looking bathroom and kitchen. It was perfect. So you made an appointment to meet with the agent to discuss the apartment.

And that’s when you met Hardy, Tom Hardy.

He was leaned against a cold school blue corvette, nicely dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt. He was smocking a cigarette as he saw you walking up the the apartment. He took one last huff before dropping the cigarette and snuffing it out with his shoe.

“You must be the one here for the apartment.” His voice was low and husky, a slight gravely raspy tone. He held out his hand for you to shake as he introduced himself.

“Tom, Tom Hardy nice to meet you.” As he shook your hand who took time to look over your appearance.