Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter thirty-four

You called to check up on Chris, the next morning from work. While you folded towels in the

back, in between appointments, Chris was finishing breakfast. He slept till almost 10 and sounded

much better for it. A low grade fever was still hanging on, but he didn't have anything scheduled

for the day. The gym could miss him for a day, you assured him. He needed to rest while he could.

The press tour would be unforgiving if he didn't have his health.

You were feeling pretty good about yourself. You met Frank back at the gym the next morning.

Okay, you weren't exactly hitting all the footwork and you passed on the jump rope when that part

of the day's routine came around, but Frank was glad to have you back in the gym again. You were

a little short of breath at the end of the session. A few weeks of sitting on your butt will do that too

you, but Frank promised they could whip you back into shape soon enough. Which was good,

because you had a mud run coming up at the end of May. Plus, the slowly warming weather meant

that prime time for spending your days off at the beach would be upon you soon.

Getting back into a work out routine wasn't too hard. If you didn't meet Frank at the boxing gym,

you took a run on the beach, trying to work your way back up to running on pavement. The take

away was the resistance of the sand and the bonus comfort of less impact on your mostly recovered

foot. Archie liked that you were back to running, too. And it was sweet the way that Chris would

warn you to take it easy when you would mention going for a run.

The calendar rolled on. Chris had a couple more interviews and shoots under his belt by the end of

the month. You were looking forward to shifting gears with your hours at the salon. April was

coming and that meant just weeks until the frenzy of the press tour would be upon you. You had a

few events penciled in with Frank to help round out the weeks ahead and had taken your first jog

on concrete in over a month. Life was back on track. High five, self!

At the end of the month, you met Frank at his house to get him primped for an appearance at the

Smash Global Market Fights. You bummed along as his guest, slinking by in the background of

the red carpet and taking in the fights surrounded by a mix of Hollywood, MMA royalty, and fight

enthusiasts. Like every event with Frank, you had a blast and shook hands with some of his

noteworthy friends and acquaintances. It was good to be back to working with Frank.

Sitting on the couch at the casa de Evans, with Chris beside you and Archie at your feet, you were

halfway through Creed when your phone rang. Chris grabbed your phone off the coffee table for

you and paused the movie, seeing it was Frank. He got up to let Archie outside, while you took the

call. When the boys came back to the living room a couple minutes later, you were staring at your

email, waiting for a notification.