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the dog (oneshot)

Tom'd expected to be recognised. It was a common occurrence when walking through London. And he wasn't trying not to be recognised. So when a high pitched squeal came from a few yards ahead, he put on his best For The Public smile and looked up. What he did not expect to see was a girl with startling yellow hair kneeling in front of his dog with her hand held out.

"Hello," she cooed, massaging the dog's ears with a wide smile on her face. The girl looked to be about college age and the computer bag over her shoulder was new and sleek compared to the rest of her, despite the insane number of pins that covered it.

"Umm... Hi?" Tom said, trying to get her attention. The girl looked up with an annoyed face.

"Hi." And she was back to the dog.

"Why don't you run over my foot and steal my dog as well?" he muttered tiredly.

"I'm tempted," she replied. To the dog once more.

"Y'know," he says, starting to get annoyed. "People usually ask to pet another person's dog."

The yellow girl paused her ministrations, causing the dog to look up, and coughed awkwardly.

"Oh, hem, right." She got up and brushed off her pale blue dress. When she looked up again he was startled by how young she looked. "Hi, my name is Blanca. Can I pet your dog?"

Tom rolled his eyes and put his hand out. "Hello, my name is Tom, and only if you promise not to steal her."

The girl ignored the hand and went back to the dog, pinching her cheeks and making baby noises at her.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you Tom, of course I won't steal your dog," Tom mocked in a high pitched voice. "It's very nice to meet you too, Blanca. I appreciate it."

"I won't steal your dog, promise. I just... really like dogs." Blanca tucked a lock of her bright hair behind her ear exposing a sizable scar on her temple. "Allergic to them anyway."

Tom pulled his dog away, panicked. "Why are you petting my dog then?"

"Because she's so cute," the girl whined like she'd had this conversation before. "Dogs are adorable and they love to be petted. Sure, I'm allergic, but that's a problem for future Blanca. Present Blanca wants to pet the dog."

Tom stared at her, searching for a hint of a lie. When he found none, he nodded. "Come get coffee with me," he said finally.

Blanca piqued her eyebrow. "I'm not interested in dating you."

Tom snorted. "I know." He pointed to the large asexual pin on her canvas computer bag. "I'm not interested in dating you either."

"Sure, I'll get a hot drink with you, but I pick the place and I pay." Blanca started walking the opposite way Tom'd come.

"Sure," he said, rolling his eyes and falling into step with her.

tom holland fic from creative writing.

should really get back to oneshots soon, they make me happy.

- eleanor