Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter eleven

Chris twisted to look over his shoulder, the confused expression wrinkling his brow giving way to

delighted surprise at seeing you.

Chris turned around, immediately wrapping you up in a tight hug and leaning back with you to take

your feet off the floor. His face buried into your neck as he set you down, you could feel his smile.

He let you go, maybe realizing he was in public, and looked you up and down to make sure it was

really you.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, breath a little short from mild shock.

"I brought you a peace offering," Frank explained, with a smile.

"What the hell?" was Chris' next question, his gaze honing in on your shirt.

"Our idea," Mackie boasted, raising his hand in prideful ownership.

"She's here working for me," Grillo announced smugly. "That's the uniform for Team Crossbones."

"That's too many teams," Chris pointed out, with a disapproving head shake. "You can't have that

many teams."

"What teams?" Hayley asked. "How many teams?"

"Team Grillo, Team Kulina, Team Bones..." Frank started counting.

"That's enough of that," Chris interrupted, his eyes rolling over hard.

"Well, screw the lot of you. I think Team Carter should be her team," Hayley said with a sure nod,

hooking her arm into yours.

"Everybody just stahp with the teams. Alright?" Chris groaned, putting up a hand and giving

everyone a disgusted frown. "She's Team Cap from now on. No more teams." Anthony started to

open his mouth, but Chris pointed a warning finger his way and gave him a stern look. "I said, no

more teams."

Man, you're popular. If this were kickball, you definitely wouldn't be the last kid picked. Chris

butted his way between you and Hayley, putting his hand on your back to usher you away from the

others. The group behind you laughed proudly at their little trick. There wasn't any real privacy to

be had backstage, but you managed as much as you could in a corner behind the curtain.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, flashing a disbelieving smile at you.

His hand found yours near the curtain where no one could see and he twisted his fingers with

yours. "Frank thought it'd be a nice surprise," you shrugged with a smile and feeling a bit giddy.

"You surprised?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, with an exaggerated nod. "I'm surprised. How long have you been planning

on this?"

"Since Christmas," you admitted.

"Since Christma- The hell?" he laughed. Chris took a quick look around before giving you a quick

kiss and another hug. "I'm glad you're here."

"Yayyy," you smiled, proudly. "I was kind of worried you'd freak out or something, me showing

up like a stalker like this. Ya know, 'cause you're working or whatever, and I-"

"No," he said, with a shake of his head. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you."