[British and American Entertainment] Sonnets to Olivia

~~~~~ Poetry is sweet though it is mad, sad and vile. ~~~~~ After renting a car at the hotel, Olivia took Tom to the outskirts of Hollywood.She wasn't familiar with Hollywood, but someone she was familiar with was Grant.Grant said he has family members who work in Hollywood, so he often comes to play.Olivia asked him to recommend a restaurant, and Grant directly introduced a Texas-style restaurant according to her preferences.

Olivia originally wanted to find a restaurant with a romantic atmosphere, so that tonight's development would develop as she imagined.But there are really not many choices for her now, she can't take Tom around the streets of Hollywood.

So both of them walked into the Texas barbecue restaurant with some disappointment. The smell of meat made them both swallow their saliva.

“This restaurant is 100% Texas style, their barbecue is made by charcoal grilling the iron bucket with the steak overnight, and the taste is very aggressive. Of course, this is why I can’t become vegetarian The reason for the Christians." Olivia sat down, and then she didn't forget to introduce it to Tom.

Tom took off his bow tie immediately after sitting down. The guests around him were all dressed casually. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, which was a bit unusual.He saw that one of the diners directly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and licked his fingers, so he couldn't help asking, "Do we need to eat it with our hands?"

"No, no, of course I used a knife and fork." Olivia turned her back to the man, but she didn't see it.But she thought Tom was making fun of the wildness of the Americans, and maybe he was uncomfortable with the style of the restaurant, "Maybe we should find a French restaurant?"

"No, this one is very good. You know, I really want to be a cowboy. But now it seems that this dream can't be realized, so eating Texas food can still satisfy me." said Tom, unbuttoning his cuff buttons.He took off the two exquisite obsidian cufflinks and put them in his pockets.Then he took off his suit jacket and tugged at the collar of his shirt.

At this moment, Olivia felt the phone vibrate, and she took it out to see that Grant had sent a text message asking her if she had eaten and how it tasted.Of course she wouldn't answer, so she quickly switched her phone to airplane mode and put it aside.

Tom looked down, pointed to the penguin ornament on Olivia's phone and asked, "Is this an emperor penguin?"

"No, this is the little blue penguin, the smallest penguin in the world, only one-third the height of the emperor penguin, 40cm high." Olivia took the ornament in her hand and handed it to Tom. "They are the hallmark of the Linux system, supposedly because its founder was also bitten."

"Haha." Tom laughed. He remembered that Olivia had told him before that she was chased and bitten by a penguin.And that time in Cambridge, when they were chased by swans for several kilometers.The past is vivid in my mind, and she is here again.He licked his lips, with the brilliance of stars shining in his eyes, "Olly..."

"Charcoal-grilled pork rolls for the two of you!" At this moment, a brawny shirtless man came over and placed two plates full of food in the middle of the two, interrupting Tom smoothly.

"Wow, this size seems a bit amazing!" Tom looked at the huge plate of barbecue rolls in front of him, not sure if he could finish it all by himself.

"We don't need to go to the French restaurant, we can spend two hours here." Olivia picked up the knife and fork and was ready to eat. She was delighted in her heart, and she was lucky to be able to stay with him for a while tonight.Although tomorrow they will part again and go to different continents.

The two chatted and ate the huge meat roll, and they left slowly until there were no other customers in the shop.

Olivia was driving on Hollywood Boulevard.The spring breeze is blowing, the neon lights on the side of the road are still on, and Tom is still sitting beside him. There is no more pleasant night than now.

"When did you know I would come?" Olivia slowed down the car, she thought it was still early, and the two of them could stay for a while longer.

"Only two days ago, I saw the introduction about this dinner party, and only then did I realize that you would come to attend." Tom told the truth, he felt that this was fate.They can't escape, they can't get around.

"Then you bought that expensive dress for me?" Olivia glanced at him, then smiled forward.

"I think that dress can bring out your beauty." Tom squinted slightly, looking at her with great enjoyment, "Your hair is like the night, and your soft but shining eyes..."

"Tom, Tom, are you going to write a poem for me?" Olivia laughed out loud. Of course, she wasn't laughing at his grotesqueness, but she couldn't help but wanted to laugh, as if she had nympho.

"Can I?" Tom pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Olivia with those eyes that couldn't tell the color under the neon light.

"Of course, Mr. Hiddleston." Olivia nodded, but she quickly shook her head again, "but not now, I'm driving. It'd be best if you could write it down, and then we'd get off When we meet again, read it to me again."

Olivia thought she was being very witty, so that she would have a chance to see him again.

"Well, good." But Tom was stuck in his throat. He had written this poem repeatedly for almost seven years, and he didn't know how much paper was wasted in the manuscript.But he was extremely happy that Olivia could say that, at least he could know that they would never see each other again.

"Also, what time is your flight tomorrow?" Olivia parked the car, and she sent Tom to his hotel before preparing to return by herself.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." Tom got out of the car. He bent down and held the roof of the car.Obviously he doesn't want to leave now, if he wants to keep her, now is the best time, "It's still early, you want..."

"No, it's getting late." Olivia didn't even turn off the ignition, she waved at Tom, "I have to go home, or it will be too late."

"What's too late?" Tom was at a loss, but he didn't wait for Olivia's answer, and she left in a hurry.