Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter twenty-seven

A/N: I'm feeling a bit generous today enjoy the next chapter!

Dinner with your little part of the Evans family was just as much fun as it had been the night

before. Your day's adventuring had started to catch up with you, though, putting the start of a

powerful ache in your poor injured foot. Before dinner, you cut yourself off before you'd even

really got started. You wanted to be able to sleep comfortably, so you took some aspirin to hold

you over until you took your pain pill before bed.

When morning rolled around, the effects from your overnight medicine were gone with a

vengeance. There was no doubt, today you would be taking it easy. Waking alone, again, you took

your medicine from the nightstand and hobbled your way into a shower. You were becoming

unfortunately good with life on crutches and negotiating everyday hygiene needs and such. Proud

as you were, you couldn't wait for your Monday morning appointment with the podiatrist, hoping

for some good news about when you might be able to ditch the crutches.

You caught up to Chris in the living room. He was slouched into the couch, resting a cup of coffee

in one hand on his leg and the other hand petting Archie's head on his other leg. The rest of that

spoiled rotten dog was stretched out along the couch beside Chris. You stopped and your head fell

to one side in disapproval.

"Did you do that or did he?" you questioned, pointing a finger off the handle of your crutch at your

dog.

Chris looked down at Archie for a moment and then back to you with a shrug. "Mutual. I don't

think either of us really tried to stop it."

"White couch, black dog," you half-reminded, half-warned him.

"It's okay," he chuckled.

Headed on your way to the kitchen again, you nodded. "Uh-huh. Just wait till that couch changes

color."

"You want me to make you breakfast?" Chris called to you from the living room.

You were just getting a mug down from the cupboard for some coffee, when you declined. "No, I

can manage."

And you did. You hopped and inched your way around the kitchen, making yourself some cereal

and treating yourself to a sliced banana on top. You enjoyed breakfast at the kitchen island again,

scrolling through your phone to get caught up on your social media updates. Halfway through your

cereal, your phone rang with an unknown number. You sheepishly smiled when you heard the

voice on the other end of the phone.

"Good morning," Sebastian said. "Nice of you to say 'hello' and not chew me out for a change."

"Okay," you chuckled. "That was one time and I said I was sorry."

Dammit. You have got to save this guy's phone number.

"Yeah yeah," he grumbled. "Hey, anyway, I saw your post on Instagram. What the hell happened