Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter six

It was weird when the PA brought you a box in the middle of the night. It had been delivered

earlier in the day. The shipping label was addressed to you and had been routed through the

Universal Studios mailroom to find you on location. The sender's name was blank over an address

you didn't know, but it came from Boston, one day rush. You took the box back to the Hair trailer

to open while you were on a meal break. You laughed outloud when you folded open the flaps of

the box to reveal a "Red Sox starter kit" according to the handwritten note inside from Chris. You

pulled out a white and red Red Sox jersey with the number 34 emblazoned on the back and a navy

blue ballcap with the red Boston "B" front and center. You smiled and reread the note.

"[Y/n], Here's your official Red Sox starter kit. Can't go into the Cathedral of Boston without the

proper attire. I hope they fit. See you Sunday. -Chris"

Trying on the jersey for size, you took out your phone and snapped a photo of the back of the shirt

in the mirror of your work station, the light pink ends of your ponytail brushing over the top of the

embroidered numbering and the hem of the jersey almost hiding the cuff of your shorts. Checking

your watch, it was just past 11:30. That wasn't too late for a Thursday. Was it? Nah. You sent the

backward selfie to Chris. And that was weird. It was the first time you had messaged him

since...wow. Forever. It only took a moment for your phone to chime a reply.

Flip Cup Hero: Nice!

Flip Cup Hero: Now that's a picture

You laughed, flattered.

You: Thanks

Flip Cup Hero: See you got my package

You: Came earlier today

Flip Cup Hero: Everything fit?

You pulled the hat on to be sure and turned your head, admiring your reflection. Tugging the brim

of the cap down low over your eyes, you bowed your head and took a photo showing off the hat

with a broad smile peeking out from under the bill and sent it over.

Flip Cup Hero: Oh my god. You're killing me!

You: Everything fits. Thx

Flip Cup Hero: Great. Ticket and parking pass are in the box. Call me if you get lost or have any

trouble.

You peeked into the box and found an envelope with the ticket and pass taped to the bottom, as

advertised.

You: Got 'em. Sounds like a plan

Flip Cup Hero: I'll let you get back to work. See you Sunday

You: See you Sunday

Driving your rental car into Boston, you figured your nervousness would have subsided in the

hour-ish long drive. You actually appreciated the traffic around the stadium slowing you down and

giving you a few extra minutes to give yourself a pep talk. Nobody was committing any crimes