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Walking back to his flat, Matt Smith tries his hardest to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. It is time. High time, if Kaz is to be believed. And honestly, she isn’t wrong.
For ages he’s been pining after his co-star. Denying it was simply no longer an option and the feelings weren’t going away. There is only one course of action left, he figures: wooing Alex Kingston.
He’d upped the flirting – not that there’d been much upping left to do. Honestly, the woman could make the technical manual of his laundry machine sound like the dirtiest thing ever written. Without trying.
Now, after the flirting and the friendly dinners and movies, it’s time for the next phase: winning over Salome and show Alex that he’s not just looking for fun and that he is in fact not a child, but capable of taking care of one.
Right now, Kingston is on her way to Heathrow to pick up her only daughter. Or at least she should be and because of that he does a double take when he passes Alex’s rental sitting innocently in its parking space. Hadn’t she launched into a long and rather amusing tirade about the discomfort and awkward conversations that came with cab rides? So what was her blue Volvo doing here?
He fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sends off a quick text; shouldn’t you be on your way to pick up little Kingston?
While he waits for a reply, he decides to make a quick stop by Alex’s apartment to check if she’s in. Maybe she’s having a wardrobe crisis, or Salome’s flight is delayed. Regardless he’s too much of an opportunist not to recognize that right now he could make a good impression.
Her place is just down the hall from his and there’s no answer to his knock. That doesn’t really tell him anything, he thinks while heading towards his own apartment. She could’ve slipped in the shower and knocked her head against the sink or something.
Geez, when did he get so paranoid?
And just as he kicks his front door shut behind him, his mobile buzzes in the depths of his pocket.
I am. Flat tire :( Took a cab – at least the driver’s not very chatty. See you Monday, darling
Monday, yes, because she needs to reconnect with her kid and he can actually go two and a half days without seeing her. Yeah, no he can’t. Besides, Salome adores him, she’ll want to say hi. He hopes at least.
Or.
Or... Matt spins on his heels, snatches the car keys from the small hook near the door and all but runs out of the building housing him and his co-stars. He’s got a car, no plans and Alex Kingston hates taxis. This is clearly an opportunity not to be missed.