" I do not say Quackson! "

You're walking around in your hometown of Brighton.

It's a rainy day out.

You're walking into your favorite Korean food store, when you spot a very familar (and confused) face down the street a few shops down, their hair and hoodie soaked, curls hanging over their forehead.

Was that...Tom Holland?!

You quietly took a few steps down the street, ducking under the overhangs from the shops as I you get closer. You tapped him on the shoulder, and he whirled to face you before smiling sweetly. 

"Um, hi! Do you know where this store is?" He showed me a picture of the very store I was coming from, and I laughed.

"Of course! I was coming from there. Let's walk together, Holland." His face didn't even have a flicker of confusion as I walked down with him, holding his arm.

a/n

idk what to do next