Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter three

You know what's weird? How shy eyes are. Like when that guy you like is in the room and you

want to look so you do, but other people have eyes too and they're looking at you too and, all of a

sudden, your eyes aren't brave enough to look at any of them, least of all him? Yeah, that. That's

weird. As much as you enjoyed looking at Chris, the downright cowardice of your eyes wouldn't

let it happen unless he was involved in a scene or you absolutely had to look at him to do your job.

As if somehow you taking a peek in public would give away your secret.

The light rain shuffling the shooting schedule put you inside today. Thankful for the climate

controlled dryness of the soundstage, you were checking Facebook while the scene filmed. You

stole the occasional glance up from your phone to watch Chris deliver his lines. You smiled at the

seriousness of the dialogue coming through with the slightly lowered register of his voice. Mm mm

mm. Good lord. You could listen to that man talk like that all day. You pocketed your phone and

worked your way forward with a girl from Makeup to touch up Chris and Sebastian as the director

cut the scene. Sebastian gave you a large toothy grin while you carefully pulled some stray hairs

off his sweaty brow and tucked them back in place.

"What did you do last night?" he asked, quietly enough to be a private conversation with you.

Your smile was pulled back tight against your teeth, trying not to let it overtake your face as you

worked. "Had dinner with some nice people," you said, casual and nondescript.

"Mhmm," he hummed, nodding along with a knowing grin on his face. "How was dinner?"

"Good," you nodded, eyeing his hairline and giving it a quick shot of hairspray. "I had the chicken.

It was delicious."

Sebastian laughed, his chest shaking as he held his amusement behind tight lips. "I'll have to try it,"

he said as you stepped back to give Makeup some room.

You went over to Chris and began to fuss over his hair as he stood patient and still with a small

smile at the corner of his mouth. He said hello quietly and you did the same. You hadn't said much

more to each other all day. The trailer was busy for the morning call and with the crew packed in

around the edge of the indoor set, there wasn't much opportunity for privacy.

"What's Stan laughing about?" Chris asked, his eye brows peaking in curiousity as you brushed at

the side of his head.

"Nothing," you said. "Just gave him a recommendation for where to get some good chicken for

dinner."

"Oh, yeah?" he smiled, coyly. "Any place I know?"

"Doubtful," you told him, deadpan as you gave his hair a final once over. "It's a pretty exclusive

place. Gotta be somebody to go there."

He laughed out loud and into a sigh, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his smile. "Oh, I see. It's