The next while I become closer to Tom Holland. It sucks because I've fallen for him and he probably hasn't. I mean I don't talk about myself.

I got my surgery scheduled for two months away from when my last appointment was, which would be five weeks from now.

I put my book down as a knocking is heard. Luka starts barking like crazy. I laugh and pick up the small dog and put him in my room before opening the door.

"Hey." I say seeing Tom there awkwardly.

"Hello." He says back and I motion for him to come in.

"How are you?" I sit back on my couch.

"I'm good.  I'm wondering if you want to get lunch together?" He asks semi awkwardly. Which is adorable!

"Sure.  That sounds nice." I say grabbing my current read, 1984 (you should read it, it's good but very heavy).

"Would 11:30 work?" I hum back to say yes. I glance up and see a wide smile and light blush on his face.

"I'll see you then." I smile back.

"Thank you." He says running out. I chuckle to myself and shut the door.

"He's such a dork." I say before getting attacked by Luka, who needs all the cuddles and attention.

11:30 rolls around and I'm just wearing one of my graphic tees that describes me and some dark jeans and boots.  I put a hat on to cover my baldness.  I open my RV door and see Tom walking up wearing a very casual outfit of a striped button up and his typical pair of jeans.

"Hi." I say grabbing my door frame and adjusting my foot.

"You ready?" He asks nervously.

"Yeah.  I'll just have to fix my foot in place later." I laugh.  I use Tom as a bit of a support beam but he doesn't show that he doesn't mind.