Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter thirty-five

You know how you get over waking up and realizing it's Monday? Opening the messages on your

phone to see one from your boyfriend that says,

Flip Cup Hero: Good morning beautiful

You giggled, tapping open the keyboard to reply. Before your first sip of coffee, you replied.

You: Hey there, handsome :)

You scooped out Archie's breakfast and poked around in the cupboards to decide what you were

eating. Sipping on your coffee, you pulled down a box of cereal. Frosted Flakes would work,

because no matter how old you got, they were still grrrreat. From the other side of the kitchen,

your phone chimed a new message. You finished sprinkling flakes into your bowl, before you

checked it. Munching on a few dry pieces of cereal on your way to the counter, you unlocked your

phone.

Flip Cup Hero: What are you up to?

You: The breakfast of champions/toys r us kids

Flip Cup Hero: Lol what does that even mean?

You: I'm eating frosted flakes

Flip Cup Hero: Nice. What's the plan for the day?

You cocked your head, in a moment of contemplation.

You: Gonna sit on the couch, stare at twitter all morning and eat cookie butter out of the jar before

work

Flip Cup Hero: Lmao now that sounds like a hell of a Monday morning

You: #adulting

Flip Cup Hero: #winning

You: You know it!!

Flip Cup Hero: Is today the day you're with Frank or did you mean the salon? When do you get

off work?

You: With Mr. Grillo. Probably 5-ish.

Flip Cup Hero: Well shit

You snickered, before turning your attention to pouring milk into your bowl. With the thumb on

your left hand, you sent back a reply, asking why the potty mouth.

Flip Cup Hero: My mom's coming in for the premier tomorrow. Scott's picking her up while I do

the twitter thing and film some promo vids. We were going to an early dinner before Kimmel and I

wanted you to come

Thank goodness your spoon was only a few inches above the bowl, otherwise the drop from your

hand could have been catastrophic. Ohmygod. You reread the message, just to be sure. Yep. Chris

was inviting you to dinner...with his mom. Ho-ly shit.

Were you there yet? Is this really when you meet his mom? Okay, no, it's cool. It's fine. You

seemed to have passed inspection from two out of three siblings already. That's a good start,

but...Chris' mom? That's, like, wow. This was not a little thing. Chris adored his family, but none

more so than his loving mother. The protective woman who'd start a fight on the internet if she

thought someone was beingFlip Cup Hero: You there?

Crap! How long were you just freaking out? You looked at the time stamps on the screen. Okay,