The sun was starting to dip low, casting a golden hue over the crowd gathered outside the event venue. Fans swarmed the barricades, phones raised and posters clutched, all hoping to get a moment, a signature, a smile from Tom Holland.

He moved down the line with his usual charm—signing Spider-Man posters, taking quick selfies, laughing along with excited fans. But then, just as he was about to move to the next group, his gaze caught on her.

She stood a few feet back, not yelling, not even holding up her phone. Just watching with this soft, curious expression—like she wasn’t trying to get his attention, but already had it.

Tom blinked, pausing mid-signature. “Hold on a sec,” he muttered, handing the pen back and stepping out from behind the table.

He made his way toward her, weaving past a few confused fans. When he reached her, he offered a slightly sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey,” he said, voice warm and accented. “Sorry, but… you just looked like someone I should say hello to.”