Just Twin Fire Signs, Four Blue Eyes

Chapter Three

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"Hey Eliana! I was beginning to think I wouldn't hear from you. I'm glad you reached out, though!"

I read and re-read his message as I pondered what I might respond with. I had typed out a few messages but ended up deleting each of them. I couldn't seem to find the right words to say. He really had a way of making a girl nervous, that's for sure.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long to respond! I was busy with work stuff."

I cringed internally as I hit send. That was such a dumb excuse.

I made some dinner and packed my lunch for work tomorrow while I waited for his response. By the time dinner was done, he still hadn't responded; I started getting nervous and wondered if this is how he had felt all day today waiting for my message.

The familiar notification chime on my phone sounded and elicited butterflies in my stomach.

"No worries at all, I hope you had a great day at work today!"

"I did! Thank you for asking!"

This time his response was immediate.

"Anytime :) Would you like to meet up for a coffee date this weekend? My treat!"

A huge smile spread across my face. His response was so sweet, and it genuinely seemed like he wanted to see me. He even called it a date! If my friends back home could only see this, they'd definitely be going crazy.

"Yes, I'd love to! Let me know when and where."

I put on some music through my speakers and happy danced my way through the living room. In less than five days, I'd be going on a date with Sebastian Stan!

I stop dead in my tracks when that reality actually sets in. Holy shit. I'm literally going on a date with a famous movie actor this weekend. What do I even wear? It's just a coffee day, so if I dress up too much I'm going to look desperate, but if I dress too casual he may think I'm not interested. I'm sure guys don't really read into clothes as much as we think they do, but it's still a terrifying thought.

A million things run through my head making me dizzy. I run my hands over my face as I sit down on the couch. I'm overthinking things again, and if I keep this up I'll end up convincing myself it's not a good idea to go.

I decided to text my friend group chat and see what they have to say.

"None of you are actually going to believe this, but I'm having coffee with Sebastian Stan this weekend and I'm freaking out. SOS."

Immediately my phone began pinging with notification after notification. I knew my text would cause a mass commotion among my friends. After just a minute I open my phone to twenty seven new messages.

"Are you serious??"

"How the hell did that happen?"

"Give us all the details NOW!"

"Don't leave us hanging!"

"What's he like? He looks like he smells really good!"

I rolled my eyes at that last question. My friends are weird, but they mean well. Though she's right, he did smell good. I filled them in on everything that has happened over the last few days, and asked advice on what I should wear and how I should act. After much deliberation they decided to I should stay on more of the casual side. They gave me advice on some talking points to keep the conversation flowing.