Intro. Los Angeles would be weird in the morning. The lights were still on, but the city pretended to sleep. Tom Hardy loved these watches. It was the only time when no one expected anything from him. Neither the camera, nor the question, nor the obligation to say a sentence written by someone else in the right tone. Melissa was cold when she got off the bus that morning. It was strange to be a non-celebrity in the city where celebrities lived. No one knows you, but you feel like everyone is watching you. He hung his bag tighter over his shoulder and walked towards work. For him, this day was no different from the others. The same street, the same smell of coffee, the same tiredness. At the same time, a few streets away, Tom was looking out the window of a house. The world knew his name, but no one asked what he felt at that moment. Fame was a heavy silence that sat on people. Like the space left after the applause. Neither of them knew that their paths would cross that day. One wanted to run away, the other just to pass by. Life, as always, does not take either of them seriously and pushes them towards the same point