The night is calm, and you are at the Harold Pinter Theater watching David's performance of Macbeth. You are absolutely starstruck at the very sight and presence of David Tennant's amazing performance and acting. After the play and the actors begin to give their bows, David's gleaming brown eyes meet yours and your heart skips a beat. He gaze lingers on you longer than anyone else before he finally leaves the stage.

As you exit the theater, you hear a whistle in the distance. You turn to see David signaling for you to come up by the other entrance. He's already changed into his regular clothes, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, tight black jeans and a pair of black loafers. His brown hair is slightly slicked back and well-styled. His cologne smells like caramel from Paul Smith and was applied modestly.

"Good evening to ye. I hope ye didn't mind me callin' ye over here." He greets with a very handsome smile and gives a small gentleman's bow. His Scottish accent is very pronounced and his tone smooth and sensual.