Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter forty-five

After a little checking around on your phones for things to do in London, you guys each picked a little adventure. You looked into a few things that you were too late to get in to, like some preplanned tours, but you weren't disappointed. Chris' idea to see the changing of the guard ceremony at the palace was highly agreeable. Your hotel was close enough to walk and your inner-girlie girl couldn't resist seeing Buckingham Palace in person, even if it was just from the outside. You kinda crushed a little on Prince William and, like everyone else in the world, romanticized the royals. You and some friends even got up to watch the Prince's royal wedding to Kate, having a little pajama party complete with rhinestone tiaras and locks and bagels.

Your suitcase was still en route, but you were more than adequately prepared for a little touristing, thanks to Josh. You paired your new, souvenir flag tee with your jeans and gym shoes. You didn't need to fuss with makeup when you're seeing the local sights, so you were combed up in a ponytail and ready to go in no time. 

It wasn't hard to find your way around to the palace. The crowd, you expected. You moved around to snap a few pics of the impressive structure and grounds. It was a little exciting to be there, seeing what you'd only seen on tv, up close and in person. But then again, didn't every girl spend at least a few minutes wishing she was a princess or the handsome prince chose her when she was little? 

You managed to inch your way into the mass of spectators and get a partial view relatively near the front, perched at the Victoria Memorial. It wasn't too disappointing of a view, for getting there just before 11. With a stretch of your arm or Chris', you were able to grab some decent photos and some video during the marching and ceremony. When it was over, you bummed around to let the crowd thin a little. You got a better look at the palace and your inner-princess was satisfied.

"Next time, we need to plan this better," Chris decided, while you reviewed your latest picture. "Plan ahead, so we have tickets and stuff for the tours or whatever," he nodded at his thought, looking over the front gates and the other tourists posing around you. "This was cool, but, ya know."

You hummed your agreement. A small grin lifted the corners of your mouth, while you zoomed in to take a pic of one of the bearskin hatted guards nearby. It gave you a warm, fuzzy feeling, hearing him talk about you coming back to London with him. He smiled at the picture you showed him and you guys took a leisurely stroll around. You wandered in with a small group to look at one of the royal guards. You told Chris you were gonna send your mom a selfie and the two of you hung off to the side, waiting your turn while other visitors admired from a small distance. You were the last ones there, after a few minutes, and you started your way up to the guard. 

Chris had his phone up and, sounding a tad apprehensive, asked, "Can you just walk up to him like that?"

"Yeah," you casually said. "I think you just can't touch him."

You didn't get right up on him, leaving a respectable space between you and the soldier, but gave an exaggerated, open mouth smile and a thumbs up for your selfie. You giggled at the otherwise uneffected expression of the uniformed man and thanked him, even though you knew you wouldn't get an answer. You did hold up the phone for him to see your photo, though.

"I'm gonna send it to my mom," you explained. "She'll be sorry she missed you."

"She'll be sorry?" Chris chuckled. "You know this guy, or somethin'?"

"Who, him?" you checked, jerking a thumb at your picture buddy. "Oh, yeah. We go way back."

"Oh, yeah?" he mused. "How long you known him?"

"Oh, pfft," you scoffed, with a dismissive wave of your hand. "Like 30 years. We went to school together."

"You went to school together?" Chris laughed. "Where?"