I was at the King's Cross Station in London. Although it was late, there were many people at the Underground entrances. Plus, there were problems with the static for some days now which came from old, unused Underground tunnels. They've found them during construction works and didn't know they were existing before that.
Some of them were already located, some of them not, so I felt like I would walk over a field with mines.
To complete the bad things on this day I ran into someone and found myself on the floor. My bag fell to the ground in front of me and some smaller things rolled out of the bag. I cursed quietly, as the one I ran into did.
From the voice I recognized that it was a man. He seemed to have heard my cursing and looked at me.
I identified him as Richard Armitage, what did not really matter to me. I liked him, but he was just a human as everybody else.
I don't know why, but we started to laugh, and after a moment he stood up –still laughing.
"I'm sorry." he said and came a step nearer. I had started to collect my things. Now he helped me.
"I was in thoughts."
"No problem." I replied. "Me too."
He said nothing while we collected the last things.
"Ok, we should have everything now." he said then.
"Yes, we have." I answered and got a bit nervous. "Thank you."
"No problem." he replied and gave me a hand while I stood up. "I'm Richard."
"Amy." I introduced myself and shook his hand.
"A nice name" he said next. "May I invite you to a cup of tea?"
"No need for apologies." I replied a bit embarrassed. He must think that my shirt and jeans could have get dirtier than they were before because we crashed. "Nothing happened and I have to get my tube to the Globe."
"Same direction for me." he replied. "May I go with you?"
"Sure." I said and started to walk. "But you don't have to apologise a hundred times or something like that. Things like this happen every day."
"Do you like the theatre?" he ignored my statement while he followed me and walked beside me after some steps.
"Yes. Why?"
"Because…"