I find this imagine very cute so..
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Tom meets her for the first time in his carpool to set. He can't drive himself because American roads are a terrifying concept to the British-born man and he had no semblance of a thought as to how big America is. He can't walk to set here from his hotel, so the directors put together a ride with one of the interns on set.
"Hi!" She chirps with a smile on her face as he opens the door to her car. "Thomas, yeah?" She's friendly, he notices, but not too friendly or overbearing in the way that she speaks to him.
She has to know his name, he thinks, because he's sure that the person in charge must have told her the name of the person that she'll be picking up; however, he finds it a nice sentiment that she chose to ask for his name anyway. He finds that she's smiling at him—a habit that he's noticed of most Americans—and it somehow makes him feel calmer just to see it.
"Tom is fine, darling," he assures her with the pet-name that slips out before he can stop it.
He buckles his seatbelt with his heart racing at the way that her cheeks flush behind her makeup that's barely there. Tom thinks that she's beautiful even if he doesn't know how to express it because he just met her. He just met her, and yet he's never felt more connected to anyone else in his life. His seatbelt clicks into place in the time that it takes all of this to rush through his head and he pauses with the idea that she makes his thoughts rush and his heart pump with just the idea of being flirty with her.
"Alright, Tom," comes her reply through soft lips that he can't help but think of kissing.
He always heard that men are more visual when it comes to sexual or romantic relationships but he had never thought of himself as such. He had always been so focused on the women in his life as more than a body that he had never really, truly stopped to admire the beauty that he was allowed to witness.
"And, uh, what can I call you?" Tom stutters only slightly and feels his heart sink at the realization that he has known her for all of two minutes and she already has him in this shape. He's already stuttering her name and trying to be smooth with her and he doesn't even know her name. He can tell that she's going to drive him crazy for the entirety of their acquittance (although he can't help but want for more with her—the nameless girl who helps out on set and was generous enough to give him a ride every day for the next few months.
"(Y/N)," she replies so smoothly with a smile so gentle that Tom doesn't even have time to process a flirtatious reply ("a beautiful name to match a beautiful woman" or "all the best women are named that, I assume") before she adds on to say, "but darling sounds nice in your accent, too."
It comes so easily from her that Tom is honestly surprised by it because she seems to make everything so easy. She makes this first car-ride to the set on a bleary Monday morning easy and the small-talk and banter that she's providing just comes so easily to her that he finds it difficult to look at her for more than a few seconds at a time. If her gaze even passes by his when he looks at her, Tom feels as though his entire face is on fire and he can't breathe properly. They haven't even formally known each other for more than ten minutes and Tom is already developing major feelings for her.
He has a feeling that his time on set for Homecoming is going to be one of the most incredible times of his life. But maybe that's just the pretty girl sitting in the driver's seat that makes him feel that way.
