*Marisole*
Thanksgiving:
"Here you go Mrs Morrewood". I hand her the little pack of cookies.

"Thank you dear". She smile and look around. "I love how it's always a holiday in here.. the thanksgiving theme is so pretty".

I smile at her. "I will tell my dad.. he will appreciate it".

My parents own a small bakery in London and my father is very much into everything American and he is also a sucker for holidays, which means we are in thanksgiving hell right now, even though it's not celebrated at all here.

I actually study psychology at college, but I love helping in the bakery, especially at the holidays.. I love the smell of newly baked cookies, and helping the customers and Well just the whole feeling.

It is kinda quiet this time a day.. lunch is over.. people are at work. So I start fixing up the front window, making sure everything looks perfect.. and that is when I spot him, standing outside looking at the display.. Tom Holland.. yups.. the Real one.. spider-man in person.

He looks up and our eyes meet, making him smile and lift his hand in a small wave, making butterflies erupt in my stomach, but I push it away, I mean he is a super star.. he would never look my way .. not like that.

But his mom apparently love our cookies.. at least that is what he told me, when he came in here for halloween, getting the biggest box, saying his mom wanted to hand them out to kids instead of candy. He stayed for like twenty minutes, asking a lot of questions, tasting samples and just chatting.. he is very sweet and down to earth.

The bell rings as he steps inside a big smile coming my way. "Hi.. Marisole right ? So no classes today".

"You have a good memory". I can't help smiling back.. god he is so handsome, in that cute kinda way. "And no.. no classes today.. so I get to spend my time here, in the only thanksgiving decorated place in London".

"I think it's awesome.. actually I came to get some of the cookies.. I am kinda doing a thanksgiving inspired dinner tonight for my family". He looks at the different displayed cookies. "These are so amazing.. it's crazy how good they are".

I feel my cheeks heat up for some reason.. Maybe because I am doing a lot of the decorating. "Thanks.. I'll give the compliment to the .. staff".

"Do that darling.. they deserve it". He looks around. "I think I need a little bit of everything.. so the biggest box you have.. uhh is that pies I spot ? I need one of those too".

I give him a warm smile.. I mean it's a big order..and he is sweet. "Sure we have apple pies, cherry pies, pumpkin pies..".

"And one honey pie". He say with a chuckle, winking at me.

"Honey.. ohh". I feel my cheeks heat up. "So what kinda pie do you want ?"

He looks at me for a moment, his tongue kinda poking out in a cute way. "Well.. I'd love to taste the... just let me have the pumpkin pie for now".

"Okay, I'll put one in a box for you". I am shocked I even manage to get the words out, something about the way he looks at me has my pulse raising like crazy.

He starts chatting, and before I am realising he is telling about this charity he is running with his brothers, and I am offering to deliver cookies to the next event they are doing.. realising that I should probably have asked my parents first.

After about fifteen minutes of chatting the door opens and two elderly ladies and Tom pick up his boxes. "Well I better get going.. but I'll see you around.. have a happy thanksgiving".

"You too Tom". I send him one last smile as he exits, and then focus on the customers, trying not to think about him.

December:
"There he is again.. that weird Young man". My mom mumbles, looking at the the window. I am helping her in the store, as december always have more customers coming in.

"Weird how ?" I am just putting some cookies in boxes, so I have no idea who she is talking about.

She makes this little sound, like a clicking with her tongue. "He comes by a couple of times a week, looks in the windows for a long time, but doesn't seem to look at the cookies.. then he leaves again, never coming in.. oh he is coming in".

"He is..". I look up and see Tom step through the door, a happy smile on his face. And I quickly whisper to my mom. "That's not a weird guy, thats Tom".

"Hi Marisole.. long time no see darling". He smile first at me, then look at my mom. "Good afternoon Mrs Wright.. the store looks beautiful and very christmassy".

My mom glance at me, then answer him somewhat guarded. "Well thank you.. Tom was it ?"

"Thomas Holland.. at your service ma'am". He does this little bow almost. "But please call me Tom".

"So what can we do for you today.. Tom". My mom looks at him.

He gives her a megawatt smile, then he glance at me. "Well I was hoping you daughter had a moment to talk to me.. it's about a charity event we are having in the beginning of the New year.. she said you would be happy to deliver some cookies".

"Oh she did that now.. did she ?" My mom glance at me. "Then I guess she better take a break and.. talk to you about it".

"Thanks mom". I give her a grateful look. "Do you want anything to drink Tom ?"

He smile happily at me. "Sure.. whatever you are having".

"Is cinnamon tea okay ?" I grab two cups and start looking for tea bags. "It's kinda my Christmas favorite".

"Mine to actually". He say softly. "So perfect".

I make the tea and we sit at the lonely little table in the corner, talking about this event, his ideas for cookies, then about the charity, his work, my School.. just about everything possible and impossible.

Suddenly my mom clears her throat. "Sweetie I could use your help".

"Okay..". I look up realising that the shop is rather full of customers, and that we have chattet for more than an hour. "Oh sorry Tom.. I have to get back to work".

"Sure darling.. thanks for that chat". He get up and when I do the same, he pulls me into a warm hug. "We can plan the details when we get closer to the date".

I try to breathe and not like.. faint. "Yeah sure.. we'll talk more".

"See you around darling". He gives me a small wave then smile at my mom. "You to Mrs Wright".

After Tom has left, and I have gotten my body under control I hurry up to help my mom serving the customers.. I can't believe that we talked for that long.

When the store is clearing out my mom looks at me. "So this Tom.. how long have the two of you been seeing each other ?"

"God no mom.. it's not like that.. we are not.. we are.. maybe kinda friends". I am not sure what to call us. "He is a big movie star".

"Oh sweetie you blushing give you away and I saw how he looked at you". She smile at me. "I don't care what he is, but he definitely likes you.. no doubt.. a mother knows".

Is she right ? Could he really like me ? My heart starts beating all wonky.

Christmas:
It is Christmas eve and I am just closing down the shop, when I hear someone knock on the locked door. "We are closed..".

I stop in my track as I turn, outside is Tom, wearing a beanie and waving at me. "Hi darling.. could I come in ?"

"Sure". I hurry over to unlock.. he has stopped by a couple of times since our long talk, but either I haven't been here, and he has chatted a bit with my mom.. or we have been busy and we have just talked for a couple of minutes.

"Hi.. I hope it's okay". He steps in and I close the door behind him. "I wanted to get my mom some cookies for tonight.. but I had a tv interview that ran late".

I smile at him. "No problem, but actually I just gave the last cookies to the guy from the homeless shelter".

"Oh.. Well that is a good thing to do.. my mom don't need cookies.. it's okay darling.. it was worth a try". He gives me a warm smile, but I see a hint of disappointment in his dark eyes and I suddenly feel all bad.

"You know what.. are you in a hurry.. or do you have about an hour to spare ?" I suddenly got an idea.

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "Well if that hour will be spend in your company.. I can spare an hour.. what do you have in mind ?"

"I actually have some dough ready in the fridge.. I can have some cookies freshly baked and decorated to your desire in about an hour". I bite my lip softly.

"You can do that ? I mean you make the cookies too". He looks a bit surprised.

I nod, feeling me cheeks heat up a bit. "Yeah.. my father taught me.. I am pretty good.. they will be up to standards".

"No, I didn't mean it like that.. I totally believe you.. I was just impressed". He gives me a warm smile.

I start by rolling the dough out and Tom actually steps in and help me, as it is hard work when the dough is cold. I can't help watching the way his biceps bulge while he works.

Then he jumps up on table, and sit there watching as I cut out the cookies in the shapes he has chosen. Chatting away as always.. I never met anyone as easy to talk to as him.

"So you study psychology.. can you then like read people ? How they are and stuff ?" He looks at me after I have put the cookies into the oven.

"Well it's psychology not magic.. but well You learn to.. see some things in people". I giggle softly.

His eyes are shining. "So.. what do you see in me ?"

"Hmm I see someone who is genuinely nice.. who is good to his mom and love his family.. someone fun loving". I give him a small smile. "Something could be said for lurking around outside bakeries too".

"Oh.. and what can be said about that ?" He jumps down from the table, stepping closer. "Maybe I was just.. looking for someone".

My breath is stuck in my throat and my heart threatens to break out my chest. "Well yeah".

"And maybe.. I found her". He leans closer, his warm breath hits my lips, then .. the clock on the oven starts chiming. After a second he clears his throat. "Uhm cookies".

"Shit.. the cookies". I run to get them out, cookies get over done so fast. Unfortunately the spell is now broken.

I get the cookies onto the cooling trays and into the freezer, I need to cool them them down to decorate them.

Soon we are chatting away again and it is nice, even if I feel slightly disappointed.. I mean I was sure he was about to kiss me, but I must have read it wrong.

When the cookies are cooled I start decorating, feeling Tom walk over to stand kinda close, following my work intently.

"Marisole ? Darling ?" He say softly, making me look at him. He is holding up one of the decorated cookies.

"What are you doing Tom ?" I look at him, my heart going into another frenzy.

He turns the cookie slightly, it's a mistletoe. "Hmm you know what I should get for standing under a mistletoe right ?"

My voice is shaking lightly.. don't faint. "Uhm.. a kiss ?"

"Exactly.. so.. why don't you come here and kiss me ?" He gives me a cheeky smirk, waving the cookie slightly.

"Kiss you". Yup I sound like an idiot, but I mean.. did he just ask me to kiss him. "Uh sure".

I lean in pressing my lips to his cheek, but when I pull back he turns his head and his lips catches mine, I hear the cookie dropping on the floor as his arms wrap around me, pulling me into him.

It feels so perfect, my hands running into his hair as he deepens the kiss and pull me even closer.

After what seems like forever he breaks the kiss, his eyes burning into mine. "So.. if we finish up the cookies..".

"Yeah sure you need to get back to your family.. I totally understand". Oh God am I ever going to be able to breathe right again ?

"I was thinking maybe you would join me". He gives me a shy grin. "See I told my mom that I met this amazing girl.. and she told me to bring her over.. so.. do you want to come ?"

My mouth pop slightly open.. he told his mom about me ? Then my face split in a happy grin. "I'd love to come ..let's get these cookies done".

I am sure this will be the best Christmas ever.