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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. His coffee had started to cool off in his hand, picking up to sip it with a little sigh. Nothing was wrong, the actor had only guessed he was just tired, judging the hectic week.

He looked up, picking up a simple smile. “Hello there, can I help you?” Tom asked in a small and gentle voice, leaning back to his chair.

“Sorry, I just … ” Summer gestured around the crowded little place. “This is the only empty seat in here. Do you mind?” One hand was full of paper cup, the other of spiral-bound notebook and pencil. Tough luck, when the only empty chair was across from someone so handsome it would be a struggle not to stare.