As the store buzzed with activity, you were trying your best to pick out everything you needed. Going through the fruit and veggies was always the worst for you, because of how long it takes to find things that aren't bruised. You had just picked out a bag of lettuce, before you started towards the watermelons. As you navigated yourself and the cart around the maze of people, you wondered why it was so darn busy. You walked up to the watermelons, and were amazed that there was some left, considering the crowds. You began picking through them, when you felt a presence next to you. You moved over, to give the stranger room. He must have noticed, because he spoke. "Sorry." Your hand froze. His voice was gorgeous. You slowly looked up, and instantly regretted it. He was just as gorgeous, if not more so, than his voice. With brown, curly hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass, he was the most stunning man you've ever seen. As you looked back down to not stare, it struck you. He looks familiar. Your eyes widened as it hit you like a ton of bricks.

That's Tom Holland.

You looked back up at him, to make sure you weren't seeing things. Sure enough, you had seen that face before. You continued to stare, although not on purpose. You just couldn't seem to take your eyes off him. He felt your gaze, and looked up. You immediately ducked your head down, now deciding that the watermelons could wait. Probably confusing him, since you had no watermelons in your cart. Which was a shame, because you really loved watermelon. You quickly, although not enough speed to raise suspicion, turned your cart and left. You felt as though you couldn't breathe. There was a movie star that spoke to you; although it wasn't special. You made your way through the crowd, slightly more impatient this time, to the milk and eggs. After you had finished that, you backtracked to the canned goods. You were standing by the magazine shelf, when you saw him again. 'Of course he would be coming this way,' you thought. You're the one that went towards him.

You quickly grabbed the closest magazine, and practically shoved it in your face. He made his way closer to you. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. Your face felt as though it was on fire. Then you heard it. "Um, excuse me." You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping and praying that he wasn't talking to you. "You like Spiderman?" He asked. You cringed. He was totally talking to you. Of course the magazine you picked up was about the new Spiderman movie, that he just so happened to be starring in. You silently asked the ground if it could swallow you whole. You supposed that wasn't happening anytime soon, and figured instead of standing there in silence like a creep, you should answer. Your eyes peeked over the top of the pages. "Yes?" Although it sounded more like a question. His eyes were big and bright, and he had a smile that screamed excitement. He grinned and pointed at the page you were on. "Did you see it yet?" He asked. You opened your mouth, then closed it. His eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. "Yes?"

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah?" He lit up like Christmas, and began rambling about the movie. You kinda tuned him out though. You were amazed. He hadn't even seemed to notice that your responses weren't statements, which you were thankful for. You couldn't believe it. You were awestruck. Here you were, in a grocery store, with the most gorgeous man to ever walk the planet, who also happened to be a movie star, and he was talking to you. You just couldn't wrap your head around it.

The next thing you knew, you were walking through the store, picking up items, while talking about Spiderman. As you walked to the checkout, he asked you something. "Is Spiderman your favorite superhero?"

"Marvel or overall?"

Tom pointed. "We can do both. Marvel first." You flinched. "He's not." You sheepishly looked up. His eyes were wide, and his jaw was slack. "What?!" You almost smiled when his voice got really high pitched. "How can you say that?! How can you be speaking to me, who is Spiderman, and say such a thing!?" You got worried. Great job, bro. You really screwed it up this time. Tom put a hand on his chest for effect before you realized he was only half serious. "Sorry!" You exclaimed as you began putting your items on the conveyer belt. "I just like Captain America better! Peter's a close second!" You turned and fake scowled at Tom, before you both cracked up. Suddenly the cashier spoke up. "Your total is $58.32." You turned to her and nodded. You pulled out your wallet only to find $52.65. You looked up. "Shoot." You began digging through your pockets to find your pocketbook. You left that at home. Your face became a bright red.

You have two options. Ask for him to help you pay, and look like a complete jerk, OR you could leave the line, to put something back, and leave Tom standing there with nothing to do. You decided on the latter. "Fudge." You spoke. "Can you wait one second? I need to put something back." You stated. Tom furrowed his eyebrows and turned to you. "What's up?"

You hung your head. "I didn't bring enough money."

"How much?" You looked at him in disbelief. "Tom, no."

"Why not?"

"I won't let you. That's not fair." The poor cashier was looking back and forth between you, wondering what to do.

"I insist."

"No."

"You can't stop me."

"Tom-" But it was too late, Tom was already handing the cashier some money. The cashier looked at you for your approval. You shook your head, giving the rest of the money. Tom stopped you. "Is that everything you have in your wallet?"

"What?"

"Is it?"

"Well yes, but-"

"Put some of it back."

"Tom, I can't let you do this."

"Darling, I'm not gonna let you walk out of here with no money in your pocket." You flushed red, and sighed. The cashier looked at you, at Tom, back at you, and back at Tom. "Would like change, sir?"

"Yes, please." He took the change, and stuck it in your hand. Your head shot up, but didn't bother saying anything. You knew it would be a waste of time, and breath. You just accepted it, and moved on with your life. You both walked out of the store, since he only picked up a few things. As you walked through the parking lot, you spoke up. "You didn't have to do that, you know." He looked down at you. "I wanted to. I would imagine that would suck." He playfully bumped you with his shoulder, earning a small stumble, and smile from you. Tom grinned as you walked further, before looking down, and fumbling with his hands. "Listen, I-I would like to meet up with you some other time. I-If you don't mind." He looked up at you. There it was again. The fire you felt on your face. You looked up at him. "I-I would love to." His worried expression changed to an ear-to-ear grin within half a second. "Really?"

"Yeah." If possible, his grin widened, as he stuck out his hand. "Can I have your phone?"

You began to hand it over, before you stopped. "You're not some thief, right? This isn't a scam?" His eyes widened. "No? Why? Do I look like one?"

"I'm joking."

"Oh. Right. I knew that." You smiled. "I'm sure you did." With that, you placed your phone in his hand. He put in his number, and you heard a bling. He pulled out his phone, and looked at it. He handed you yours back. "Just making sure I got it." He smiled. "Well, I've got to head home. Talk to you later."

"Bye." You waved. As you both went your separate ways, you texted your sister. There was no way she was gonna believe this. As you sat in the front seat of your car, you got another text.

Tom: Till we meet again. ;)