Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter nineteen

When your phone buzzed in your pocket two hours later, you were fuming, prepared to light into

Chris' ass about boundaries and respect. When the caller ID came up 'unknown', you hurried

outside as you connected the call, ready to verbally bitch slap him for trying to block his number to

get you to answer.

"Are you kidding? Really?" you begged into the phone, sounding quite bored at his attempt and

trying to be quiet until you were off the hot set.

"Hell yeah, really. Bear fight!"

Oh, my god. Sebastian Stan. Good job, you snarky little brat. Shit. Save that number so you don't

screw this up again. Well, if he ever calls you again.

"I'm so sorry," you whined, slapping your palm to your forehead as your unseen penance to him for

being a bitch before you knew who you were talking to.

"For what?" he asked, sounding a bit confused.

"For being snippy," you explained. "I thought you were Chris."

"You thought I was Chris?" he parroted, with no less clarity then he'd had before. "No, it's

Sebastian. I was calling to see when you were free to catch The Revenant."

"Sorry. No, I know who it is now," you said, still apologizing and feeling like an ass.

Which you should. You're so quick to fight lately. You need to go to the gym more or something.

Find a healthy avenue for all this new rage.

"What'd he do to deserve all that anyway?" Sebastian asked, with a small laugh.

You huffed out a breath. "You wouldn't believe," you grumbled.

Sebastian laughed again. "Dumbass," he mused.

"Pretty much," you agreed, a helpless motion of your hand up for no one to see.

"Movie?" he reminded you.

"Yeah, I don't know," you hesitated, the struggle with the decision coming through in your

plaintive tone. "I don't know that hanging out with you guys anymore is-"

"Wait a minute," he interrupted. "Anymore? Are you- Did you two split up?!" You're hesitant

pause was apparently a good enough answer. "Are you kidding me?! What the fuck did he do? I

don't fuckin' believe this. You guys are great together!"

"I'm at work," you said, taking a look around to see if you were being missed. "I really can't get

into-"

"Alright. Okay," he relented. "I'll stop. I'm sorry...You still wanna hang out? Need to talk about it?"

"That's sweet," you began, "but it just happened and I don't really know what-"

"Say no more," he assured you. "You wanna catch the movie and just get away for a couple hours?

We can find a late one after you're outta work."

"I don't know," you groaned.

"Come on," he gently coaxed. "You and me. Bear fight."

You couldn't help it and smiled. "Bear fight," you accepted.