Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter fifteen

The end of January was coming up. You were getting into the deep end of the shooting schedule

for Kingdom. A lot of Frank's work was already in the can. You were looking forward to February

and some shorter days for you, hoping to spend some extra time with Chris. Especially since you

had about three or four days between the end of Kingdom filming and the start of your job for

Universal. Maybe six, if things stayed a little ahead of schedule like they had been. Come on, no

reshoots or rewrites!

While the shoot was winding down, Frank took up more time at the gym. He invited you along for

a midweek workout, telling you he was serious about his offer in New Orleans for some pro tips

and some sparring time. You took him up on it, Wednesday morning before a mid-morning call.

The people he introduced you to around the boxing club were all nice and welcoming. Frank

coached you through some basics and gave a thoroughly impressed nod, calling you "a natural".

He posted a 16 second video, an excerpt from the end of a series of endurance testing two minute

drills. Off screen, Frank barked his encouragement, telling you to "Get that jab up. Get it up! Come

onnn...8 seconds...5...Finish strong! That's it!". He boastfully tagged it on Instagram and Twitter

[Getting it in with the Cincinnati Kid before work. Harnessing natural talent w/ @CaliStyle82

#AlveysAngel #riseandgrind #fortuneboxinggym].

You lucked into an early day on Thursday. Today might be the day to test out whether or not you

can get on the lot to see Chris. You were tidying up your workstation before leaving when Frank

came in.

"Knock, knock," he said, walking up the steps into the trailer.

"Hey, boss," you smiled, dropping some towels into the laundry bin.

"Hey, kid," he smiled back, taking a seat in an empty styling chair. "Ya feeling it from yesterday?"

"Little bit," you winked, downplaying the ache in your shoulders with a confident smile. Another

dose of aspirin, some stretching, and you'd be fine.

"Good," he nodded.

"Something I can do for you?" you asked, sweeping a small pile of loose pins into your palm from

the counter.

"Yeah," he said, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and hands clasped in front of him. "We need

to talk about your job."

"That sounds a bit ominous," you said, with a wary grin.

"You 'bout done here?" Frank asked, gesturing a looping hand across the trailer, and you nodded.

"Good. Let's go grab something to eat and run over a few things. Alright? Meet you down the street

when you're done."

"Okay," you agreed.

Frank left with a smile and nod as his goodbye. You restocked the cupboard with fresh towels and

thought that was a bit odd. It didn't really worry you, though. Frank had never let you down before

and he seemed in a good enough mood. Finishing up at work, you were only about ten minutes