Sushi, Drinks, and...

Part One

Reader's POV

It had almost been a year since you'd moved from your small town in Ohio to Los Angeles. It was difficult at times, trying to balance school, work, and going out all while missing your mom. You knew you made the right choice though, you had spent most of your life making decisions based on other people, but you did this for you. And you deserved it.

When you first moved to LA, seeing a celebrity made you stop dead in your tracks. It was so foreign to see someone that you saw so often on TV in real life. But after a few months, the effect wore off (but you were giddy when you got to make a latte for Robert Downey Jr. one day at work). Working at a popular coffeehouse in West Hollywood, it wasn't uncommon to see celebrities. Typically, they were rude and ordered their coffee as they yelled at someone on the phone, but they almost always tipped well so you didn't mind.

Business always slowed down after 5 p.m. Everyone important had already gotten their coffee and were off doing better things by that time, so all the customers you really got were the occasional tourists.

It was a rainy Friday, typical for LA in March, and your phone said 5:28 as you googled an answer for your humanities class. Your boss was inspired by the fact that you moved all the way across the country for your academics as opposed to fame, so he always let you do your homework when there was downtime.

Just as you locked your phone you heard the little bell by the front door ring as two young boys came jogging in, soaked from head to toe. They took off their jackets, dripping with rain, and hung them on the little rack by the booths. You tried not to, but you couldn't help but notice how fit they were. Clearly they didn't have time to zip up their jackets before the downpour started, so the front of their shirts clung to their abs with rainwater. One was blonde and the other had perfect, brown curls. God, you were a sucker for curly hair.

You closed your textbooks and pushed them to the side as they started walking towards the counter. It wasn't until they reached the bar and you looked up that you realized, 'Holy shit, that's Tom Holland.' You felt your heart leap a little and you instantly wanted to squeal, but instead you kept your cool. 'Come on Y/N, you've met hundreds of handsome actors and never made a fool of yourself, you can do it one more time.'

"Good afternoon, darling," he said when he reached you. He crossed his arms and rested them on the counter. You couldn't help but stare at how good his muscles looked.

"I would say same to you, but yours doesn't look so good. Caught in the rain, huh?" You said cooly.

"Yeah what the hell happened to bright, sunny Los Angeles?" Asked his friend with a laugh. You recognized him too, Harrison Osterfield.

"Come back in two months and you'll find it." You said.

"Right well, what's good here?" Tom asked.

"I think I'm obligated to say everything," you said with a raised eyebrow.

"Fair enough, what do you get?"

"Hmm, depends on my mood. My go-to is an iced macchiato, but on rainy days like this I always go for a chai tea latte. Add some cinnamon on top and it's probably the most comforting thing you'll ever drink."

"God, that sounds amazing right now. I'll take one, for here." Harrison's phone started ringing so he made a gesture that said, "same for me," before he walked off to a booth somewhere.

You rang up the drinks and grabbed two coasters to write their names on. "Tom, right?" You asked, as if you didn't know.

"Ah, so you do know who I am. I was beginning to worry," he said with a slight wink.