It was a cold winter morning and there was snow everywhere, coating the roofs and streets in powdery white. Inside a blue house in the middle of the street, was an eighteen-year-old girl named Emma. She had waist-length dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was pulling on a grey sweater, light blue jeans, and light rose-colored vans.

"Emma!" Her mom called out from the family room, "Do you want to go pick up some groceries? I have the list for you!"

Emma sighs, "Fine." It was the end of Winter Break and she was excited to get back to college, not for the learning part but to be able to get out of her old house and away from her mom. She loved her to death, but she would never let Emma have a moment alone. She was the definition of a helicopter parent, whenever she was back home she would never let her go out anywhere without her unless it was to get stuff at the store for her. Emma grabbed her wallet, phone, and keys and walked to the car. She started the engine and backed out of the garage, backing into the snow-covered street, driving slowly as to not slide on the icy road.

She finally reached the store and pulled into a parking spot, shutting off the engine. She walked through the snow, freezing, and opened the door, shivering. The store was warm and she breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing her arms to warm up. She grabbed a cart, checking her list as to what to get first. She grabbed some flour, sugar, eggs, cereal, and a few other items, and then headed to the checkout line. On her way there she saw a man, probably around 20, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. He looked really familiar, like she had seen him before. She shook her head and walked away, I mean, where could she possibly know him from? She walked up to the counter and started scanning her items, but she couldn't get the nagging feeling out of her head that she knew him, somewhere somehow. When she finished scanning her items she puts them into some bags and walks over to the man.

"Hey," she said hesitantly, "do I know you from somewhere?" He pulled off his sunglasses and cap, running his fingers through his brown hair.

"I don't know, do you, love?" he asked in a British accent. Emma's eyes widened, she would recognize him anywhere.

"Oh my gosh! You're Tom Holland!"

His smirk turned into a goofy grin, "In the flesh." Her fingers slip out of the bags and they drop on the floor. Embarrassed, she crouches down and starts picking up the bags, but one of them rips and a box of those Cokes in the glass bottles spill out, breaking on the hard ground. By now her face is as red as a tomato, this is most definitely NOT how she imagined meeting her favorite actor. What was he doing in Georgia anyway? He walked away and her heart sunk, knowing that she had ruined her only chance with him. Then, she heard a voice behind her, "Need some help, darling?" She turned her head and saw Tom, carrying a dustpan and a mini broom.

"Yes... Yes please," she stuttered. He came back! Tom circled around her so he was closer to the glass, and started brushing the wet, broken glass into the dustpan. She grabs the bags and stands up, making sure that they don't rip. She grabs her cart and puts them in, knowing that she can't possibly drop anything out of a cart. By the time she gets back to Tom, he's almost done, sweeping up the last of the glass. "Thank you so much," she says, her voice still quivering in amazement, but stronger than before.

"Of course, milady," he says with a smirk and a half bow. He grabs the pan and broom and stands up, dumping the pan out in the garbage and giving them back to the lady at the front desk, who gives him something, but Emma can't tell what it is. He stuffs whatever it is into his back pocket and walks back over her. He wipes his hands off on his jeans and smiles back at her.

"Thanks," she repeats, still stunned.

"My pleasure." She smiles at him, butterflies swarming in her stomach. "So, I'm guessing you're from around here?"

"Yep, born and raised." She inwardly curses herself. That sounded so stupid.

"Oh, nice," he replies. "Any recommendations for any spots around here?"

"Well, the aquarium is always a big attraction." Oh. My. Gosh. She's having a conversation with Tom Holland! An actual conversation!

He reaches into his back pocket and turns around, she can hear a pen scribbling something. He rips what sounds like a piece of paper and turns back around, handing her a scrap of paper and a five-dollar bill. "Here's my American number, text me when you get the chance." He says with a glint of something in his eye, but Emma can't tell what. She tries to hand him back the five dollars, but he shakes his head and pushes it back into her hand, "For the Coke." She smiles at him.

"Thank you." He smiles back and puts the ball cap and sunglasses back on, heading out the front door. She stood there, frozen, her smile glued onto her face. What in the world just happened here? Did Tom Holland literally just give her his number? She looked down at the scrap of paper, at Tom's writing. She added the number into her phone, labeling it as Tom Holland. She really didn't think it was his, but she also didn't think that he would lie to a fan.

Hi. This is the girl you just ran into at the store. In an instant, another text went through.

Oh, hi! I'm so glad to hear from you! What's your name, luv?

Emma gulped, this could not be happening. Emma. Emma Applegate.

What a lovely name!

Thank you

I bet you just want to be sure, this is Tom Holland in case you were wondering. Emma almost dropped her phone, when she caught it slid out of her hands, like a bar of soap. She caught it just before it hit the ground and suffered the same fate as the Cokes. She didn't know why she was so surprised, I mean, this is the number he gave her after all. She let out a slow breath and went and walked back to the aisle, grabbing the Coke that Tom had given her the five bucks for. She paid and got back in the car, driving home. When she got back she put the groceries away and went back into her room, sitting down on her bed. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned it on, opening messages.

What are you doing in Georgia?

I'm finishing filming the new Spider-Man movie, it's called Homecoming.

Wow, that's so cool!

Hey, do you want to join me on the set tomorrow?

Wait, really? Ever since seeing Ironman, she's always loved Marvel. She can't believe she's being invited on set of her favorite superhero.

Are you sure?

Of course, darling

Then yeah!

Ok, here's the pass, print this out. He had sent her a link when she clicked on it, it showed a blue and white pass with her name on it. She pushed print and went to grab it off of the printer, holding the warm sheet of paper close to her chest.

Thank you so much! She still was in udder disbelief, wondering how in the world this could happen to her of all people. Just then she realized that she hadn't even told her best friend, Lily, what had happened.

Can you ft? She asked her.

Sure Soon enough, a FaceTime call from Lily came through, and she answered.

"You'll never believe who I ran into at the store today!" Emma said, her voice so high she was almost squealing.

"Who? Liam?" Liam was one of the popular guys at her school, and he was also really cute and the quarterback of the football team, he had short black hair and green eyes.

"What? No! Even better!"

"Who's better than Liam Diaz?"

"I'll give you one hint; Spider-Man."

"No way! Tobey Maguire was there?"

Emma laughs. "No, even better. Tom Holland!"

"Oh my gosh! What happened?"

"He was wearing this baseball cap and sunglasses so I couldn't really see who he was, so I asked..." Emma retold the story of what happened at the store, and the texting since.

"That's amazing! You better take pictures for me."

"Oh don't worry, I'll take plenty," Emma laughed.

"Sorry, I have to go. I'm so happy for you, Mrs. Holland."

"Oh, shut up. Bye!" They hang up and she sits on her bed, still in shock. She walks out the kitchen to talk to her mom, who was sitting at the counter drinking a glass of lemonade.

"Hey, Mom. Can I go out tomorrow?"

"Where? Who are you going with?"

"Umm, to the set of Spider-Man: Homecoming, with Tom Holland." She spits out her drink and it sprays all over the counter.

"What? Where are you really going?"

"I'm going there, I ran into Tom Holland at the store, I have a pass for the set tomorrow."

"Let me see it." Emma runs back to her room and grabs the pass, showing it to her mom. "Wow, you really do. Ok, text me at least once an hour to check in. Be safe, don't do anything you wouldn't do with me there." Emma nods surprised she was actually letting her go.

"Thank you so much!"

"Of course, I wouldn't want you to miss such a big opportunity." Emma hugs her and then makes a sandwich, eating it and then heading to her room. She takes a shower then re-watches Captain America: Civil War, paying especially close attention to the parts with Peter Parker and Spider-Man. When she finishes with that she sits for a while, wondering what it might be like to actually have a full conversation with Tom Holland, not over text, or not dropping bags halfway through. Before she knew it, it was already 6:30.

"Emma! Dinner!" Her mom called out. She went out and ate dinner, Chicken Ceaser Salad, with her mom, talking about her run-in with Tom. They finished up and she changed into sweatpants and a sweatshirt, curling up in bed to watch The Impossible, another Tom Holland movie. When she finished she read a little of the book she was reading, The Fault in Our Stars. She then turned off her light and fell asleep, dreaming about the set and meeting with Tom Holland tomorrow.