Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter seven

Back home in LA just in time for Halloween, the weather was kind to be tramping around dressed

as a fairy. With a purple tulle skirt and corset top beneath the glittery wings hooked round your

shoulders, you matched a pair of your friends dressed in red and lime green fairy costumes

themselves. You even had time to dye everyone's hair before the party that night. While they opted

for the wash out coloring to be ready for work on Monday, you went for broke. You didn't have a

fancy office job with blouses and skirts and sensible hair styles. You wore t-shirts and tanks over

cut offs and sandals. You liked a challenge and were feeling saucy when you wondered if you

could pull off your own color melt at home. You were beaming at the absolute success your violet

and silver dye job was and your friends couldn't stop going on about their envy. You were just

about to post up a picture of your spritely trio on your way out the door when, thank goodness, you

remembered something Chris said. Time for a quick selfie.

You: Hey. Busy?

Flip Cup Hero: No. What's up?

You: Don't freak out or anything but...

You bit your lip and sent your selfie. A small "eek" escaped you as you waited anxiously for a

reply. You gestured for a minute more from your friends before you went out for the night and you

bit nervously at your thumbnail. You knew it wasn't even thirty seconds but you felt like time had

stopped. And so did your breath when your phone rang for a facetime call from Chris. Your face in

the tiny corner of your screen was a mix of curiosity and guilt as you winced, waiting for the

verdict. There was a slight question in his expression as he seemed to be calling from a couch

somewhere in Savannah.

"Is that...I don't even know what that is," he laughed. "Is it purple?"

You nodded, a sheepish smile around your bit nail. "Violet and silver," you said, the distinct

hesitation enough to come off as fearful.

"For Halloween?" he asked, his face still smiling as he squinted at the screen for a moment while

you ran a hand through the side of your loose hair for the color to trickle through as it fell back in

place. "Is it permanent?"

"Yyyeah." The word came slow, still worried and trying to gauge his response.

His face relaxed with a faint smile still on his lips. He seemed to straighten up a little and his hand

came up to draw down the sides of his mouth. "Holy shit, that's hot," he breathed and then laughed

as his hand fell from his face.

Oh my god. Did he just-? Did he mean it?

"Really?" you begged, bracing for the awful truth.

Chris' face lit up, his brow rising and eyes widening. "Yeah," he nodded. "Jesus Christ. I mean,

that's frickin'- Did you do that yourself?"

"Yeah. Just today," you told him, smiling in relief. "It's okay? Really?"