Somebody to Love

Bethany West walks down the streets of London. "134 Westshire," she quietly repeats, looking down at her google maps. "Should be close..."

Bethany was still getting used to driving on the other side of road. It took at least 10 minutes longer to get to her destination because she hadn't practiced enough, she it was better to walk. This was her first big movie. She'd stared in Indie Films before but this was the first time she was going to work alongside some really big names in Hollywood. She felt her heart racing with each impending step forward. "This is it. You're going big."

Bethany opens the door and walks into the building. The ceiling is high and the room is spacious. There are sets that are in the middle of construction. She couldn't believe she was actually here.

Bethany looks around for her co-star, Tom Hiddleston. They were playing a husband and wife in a drama, which ended in her getting murdered. She was ready to nail that death scene.

She walks to a set of chairs where a man has his head deep in his phone. Bethany places her bag on the foldable end table and says, "Hi."

The man remains looking at his phone, completely unfazed. He has earbuds in his eyes and scrolls through his phone.

"Looks like this is Hollywood," she whispers to herself and slumps down in her hair. The man looks up at quickly removes his headphones.

"Hello," he starts and puts out his hand. "I'm Tom."

"Tom, I'm Bethany."

"Bethany, hello. It looks like we'll be working together. I sincerely apologise if you were there for long. I was listening to an audiobook and my headphones here quite loud."

"It's totally fine." Beth sighs and softly chuckles. "No worries."

"Well, welcome. I'm sure this is exciting."

"I'm pretty nervous."

"Don't be. There's nothing to worry about. You made it this far already, you can only go up." Tom smiles.

"I think the expression is I can only go down..."

"Well, I might have pardoned the expression but... I believe in you."

"Thank you. You're very optimistic."

"Not optimistic, realistic. I've seen some of your short films and you have a very good form of expression, I'm impressed. It'll bee a pleasure to work with you in the future."

"It'll be a pleasure to work with you too."

Tom stands up and puts his phone in his back pocket. "I'm going to make myself some tea, do you want anything?"

"This is kinda strange," Beth starts.

"Go ahead."

"Are there chips? I have such a craving for chips all morning. I usually eat good but they sound amazing right now."

Tom softly chuckles. "Alright, I have to ask you a question. I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything, please don't think that, but I know you're American. When you say chips, would you like what you traditionally call french fries, or potato chips?"

"Potato chips."

"Got it. I hope that didn't offend you "

Bethany lets out a small laugh. "You're fine, Tom."

"I'll go get you those chips."

A few minutes later, Tom comes back holding a bag of potato chips and his mug of steaming earl grey.