The Coach •Tom Holland•

Chapter 2- Love

I met a very pretty girl and she looks very nice to me, we met at the golf course. And the most amazing part is I teach her how to play golf. But I still thinking about her name. I don't know if she don't want to tell me or something, I just gonna wait until she tell her name.

She don't know how to play golf, and that's kinda embarrassing. But when I teach her, she got her first hole and I very proud of myself because I never coach anyone to play golf. I'm an actor so I don't have so much time to coach people.

After we golfing together, I decided to take her to go get some breakfast because she looks very tired and skinny. She ride my car and we talk some fun stuff while I driving to the cafe. I really love hearing her talking all the time, her voice is cute and beautiful. Damn it what I just said? What's wrong with me? I just met her.

Once we arrived, I get out from my car and turn off the engine. I close the door and she did the same thing. I lock my car,  we walk few steps to enter the cafe.

"It's very hot today". I shake my shirt so I can feel air coming inside. I just really wish to feel the air conditioner again.

"Yeah it is". She reply with her british accent. "So you're british?" She look at me. "Yeah, I was born here. Maybe my house just 25 minutes away from here". I nod understanding.

We get in the cafe and the background covered with people's chatting. I take a sit and she sit in front of me. A waiter approached next to our table.

"Hello sir and miss. What can I get for you guys for today?" The waiter ask politely and very gentle. "Can you give quackson and a cup of coffee". I ordered, but the man looks at me furrowing his eyebrows. Is there something on my face? "Quackson?" He ask. The girl who can't play golf also looking at me frowning her eyebrows. "No it's croissant". I pronounce it slowly and clearly.

"But you said quackson. We don't have quackson here". He mumbled.

"Just give two croissant for us. I'll get a cup of tea". And the man takes the order, he walk away.

I don't know what just happened, I pronounce croissant perfectly and clearly. "That man just deaf. I said croissant perfectly not quackson". I ask her. She shrugged her shoulder.

I sigh and shake my head trying to forgot what just happened. I look to her and she looked at me. Now it's a perfect time to ask about her life and her name.

"So before I ask you other questions, what's your name?" I ask her. "Y/n Posey. Sorry because not telling you earlier". She answered my question. "No it's fine".

Y/n Posey, I never heard that name before and it's quite unique for me. Posey at the back and Y/n at the front. Of course her name is unique, because she is unique. Brown hair, light green eye just like Harrison, beautiful voice probably can sing but don't know how to play golf.

"Do you have siblings?" I ask her another question. I'm feeling like I'm interviewing her.

"Yeah, Liam Scott. He's 18 next year he will go to the same college as mine. And I gonna look after him like a child all the time".

"What?" I can't hear the last word, what I just hear is her brother's name, and he's 18. Maybe because of the chattering at the back. "N-never mine. Do you?" She ask me back.

"Yeah I do, I'm a brother and I have four. Twins, Harry and Sam. And my youngest brother Paddy. All Holland at-". Suddenly she cut me off.

"All Holland at the back. I know, I've know you since Spider-Man: Homecoming. You doing really great playing Peter". She praise me. Like I told you she's nice. "Thanks". I added, and turn kinda bit red like the pink flowers. I have no idea why that's happened.