Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter twenty-five

You didn't have an explanation for it, but, for some reason, pulling into the driveway at Chris'

house made you nervous. You shook it off, waiting patiently in your seat, while Chris half-jogged

around the car on his toes to get your crutches and open the door for you. You complimented him

on being such a gentleman and his smile beamed as he thanked you in return. Archie was out of the

car as soon as Chris opened the door for your crutches. He scooted around with his nose stuck to

the ground and leash dragging between his legs, as Chris grabbed your tote and followed you to the

front door.

Chris left the door open behind you, figuring there was a small chance Archie might forget the yard

and follow you in. He directed you to have a seat and get comfortable, as he set your bag down on

a chair in the living room. He stood by, watching you hop around to sit on the couch, before he

said he was going to get the rest of your things and went back outside. With the house quiet and the

door open, you smiled, hearing Chris excitedly talking to Archie in the driveway for a minute. You

heard a car door shut and Chris call for Archie to 'come on'.

Chris unloaded his arms by the door, shutting it behind him when Archie was in. He grabbed your

suitcase and disappeared down the hall. You called Archie over, grabbing his collar to take off his

leash. Before you let him go, you reminded him he was a guest and to behave himself. You took

his panting and casually wagging tail as his agreement. When you let go, he hurried out of the

room to look for Chris.

A moment later, Chris was back. He took up Archie's food and bowls and headed into the kitchen.

You smiled, amused at seeing Archie being torn between his need to sniff his new surroundings

and his need to know what Chris was doing with his stuff. From the kitchen, Chris offered you

something to drink and brought you a bottle of water, like you asked, so you had something on

hand for the next time you needed your medicine. Chris put it on the coffee table for you and sat

down in one of the chairs across from you. He wore a goofy smile, twisting over his shoulder for a

minute to watch Archie run around the corner into the dining room, continuing his survey of the

new land.

"This isn't gonna be a problem, is it?" you worried and Chris looked back at you with a curious

frown. You pointed after Archie, who slipped into the kitchen. "Him tearing around here?"

"No, it's fine," Chris shook his head.

"He'll settle down soon," you hoped, as Archie looped around the living room and back into the

hall toward the bedroom again.

"It's fine," he dismissed your concern, scrunching up his nose and waving your fears away as he

settled back into his seat. "He's just excited. It's a new place."

"I appreciate this," you told him. "Me and Archie both."