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Tom sat in the smallish table just after finishing up on set, of course, out of any ridiculous outfit or something of the sorts. Empty minded, he had assumed, he looked out of the rather large window, the city still full of life, even at the latest of hours….

Tom chuckled shaking his head. “Ah, no I don’t mind…” He gestured to the seat across from him, sipping his coffee again. It was perhaps even approaching early morning now, he was still surprised how crowded it was in the morning, his fingers tapping a soundless rhythm on the half-full paper cup he held. “Rather crowded, huh? Surprised to find a seat?” The actor joked, looking to her with his honest smile.

“Absolutely. If it wasn’t getting cold out there, I’d’ve just taken my drink and left, but brrrr!” Tagging the chair out with one foot, Summer managed to get seated without any kind of disastrous spill or clumsiness. With a long sigh, she pulled the clip out of her hair and tossed her head a little, letting the length of it unfurl down her back. “Oh god, that’s better.

“So,” she grinned at the guy across the table, “I’m Summer, and I’m still awake because I’m an insomniac who likes to wander. What about you?”