in which the reader is waiting at starbucks and hers sam behind her talking to his twin about what he should order because he's undecided so she pitches in and shares her favorite drink

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Sam's footsteps were level with Harry's, as they strolled through California, Tom and Harrison with them. Sam was gripping his phone in his hand, the other wrapped around his backpack strap as he looked around, watching the Los Angeles life continue on as they took a little trip around.

Since Tom was there for a premier and various interviews, they took this as their time to explore and eat together and take a shit ton of pictures, which of course, Harry would take for them.

Sam held a smile on his face, as he walked around, before the whole group stopped at a nearby Starbucks. Tom's bodyguard walked behind them, as Harrison held the door open for everyone. The cafe wasn't crowded, as they got in line and waited. Tom looked at the menu, already crafting the drink in his mind before he turned to Harrison and conversed. Meanwhile, Sam and Harry were both watching the menu, reading the different drinks before Harry made up his mind, Sam still undecided.

"What are you going to order?" Sam turned to Harry, his twin, as he looked up from his phone and smiled at Sam.

"Vanilla Capuccino. What about you?"

"I don't know. There are so many drinks."

A young woman, standing in front of them, was interested in their conversation, as they continued and she listened discreetly.

"I don't know. I mean, what do you fancy?"

"That's the thing, I'm not even completely sure."

Their accent surprised her, as a smile was on her face. 'They're probably tourists. From... England?' she thought, not wanting to turn around and seem like a stalker.

"Tom, what are you ordering?"

"Black coffee with 3 sugars."

"Not surprising, what about you, Harrison?"

"Vanilla Capuccino."

"Ah."

"Sam, are you still undecided?"

"Yeah."

At this moment, she decided to turn and face the group of boys.

"You should order Mocha Frappuccino if you want something cold."

Sam was transfixed at the woman standing in front of him. She was beautiful. Her hair in a perfect bun, not a strand out of place, as her eyes locked with his, a smile on her face.

"What?"

"I-uh-heard you talking to your.. twin?" He nodded with a smile before she continued, "About not knowing what to order. You should try the Mocha Frapp. It's my favorite drink. Really recommend it."

"Thank you."

With a smile, she nodded. Tom held out his hand and shook hers, introducing himself before Harrison and Harry followed, mimicking his movements. Sam was last, as he shook her hand with a smile and she turned back, ordering her drink, the one she had told him, and going to wait for her order.

Tom, Harrison and Harry ordered their drinks before it was Sam's turn. He walked up to the register, looking at the menu once more before and opening his mouth. He stopped, thought about what the beautiful young woman recommended, and ordered the drink.

Giving him his name, he waited with the others, as she was still waiting there her phone in her hands, sitting at a table with an open chair.

"Can I sit here?" he said, as she looked up and smiled, nodding. Putting her phone away, she locked eyes with his, his smile mirroring her's.

"So, you're from England?"

He nodded, "The accent?"

"Yeah. First time in LA?"

"Yeah. Here for my brother's interviews."

"Ah. That's how I recognized his voice. Tom Holland? New Spider-Man."

"Yeah! You a fan?"

"For a long time. He's probably the best Spider-Man, but I prefer Hawkeye better."

"Me too."

They conversed for a while, before the barista yelled out a name and she stood up.

"Ah, that's my drink. It was nice getting to know you.."

"Sam. Sam Holland."

"Y/n."

Taking her cup, she smiled before asking the barista a question. He gave her a cup, which she wrote a little something on it and gave it back. Turning, she left the cafe with a last look before Sam's drink was called and he stood up, grabbing his frapp and putting a sleeve on it.

"Mate, what's that?" Tom pointed at his cup, as Sam brought it up to eye level, inspecting the writing. He smiled as soon as he read it and made a mental note for himself.

'You're pretty cute, freckle boy. If you ever want to meet-up for a tour around LA, send me a message. Hopefully, I get to see you again (-: (619) ***-****'