Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Fifty-nine

Before you guys got out of the car at Brookfield Place, you took a selfie with Frank. Outside, the crowd was as enthusiastic as the ones before. You inched along in the background, as Frank made his media appearances. Keeping an eye out for Chris, you spotted some of the other principle cast. You made sure Frank's hair was perfect, before he stepped out for the photoline. When you moved out of the way, you felt a gentle tug at your elbow and smiled at seeing Scott reaching out for your attention from the crowd of guests nearby.

"You busy?" he worried. With a quick glance back at Frank, you shook your head. "Good," Scott smiled. "C'mere for a minute. It'll be quick, I promise."

You followed along, as Scott led you by the hand. You didn't go far, only a few yards into the mix of people. He stopped, smiling back at you as he inclined his head. Scott waved his hand down you, presenting you like a prize to a small group of people.

"Guys, this is her," Scott beamed. "This is [y/n]." He looked back to you, explaining, "This is my dad, Robert." 

"Oh," you blinked, mouth gaped for a moment, before offering your hand and hoping your surprise wasn't too evident. You didn't know this was going to happen and were thankful that no one else could hear how fast your heart was suddenly beating. "It's so nice to meet you."

You were introduced to his wife and their children. Scott watched, with a little smirk in the corner of his mouth, apparently amused by your nervous titter. You were relieved you'd put in some effort to look good, knowing you'd be near Frank for the important part of the night. Everyone was all smiles, and it made you feel confident you were making a decent first impression. 

There was a hand at your back and you twisted over your shoulder to see Frank had found you. "Hey, there you are," he grinned.

Ever the social Italian, Frank wasted no time getting to introductions. He lit up, realizing you were with part of the Evans clan. Of course, he talked you up a bit, gushing about how lucky he and the show were to get you back under contract and complimenting Robert on the man he'd raised and what a pleasure it was to work with Chris. Frank was a charmer. But it was also time for him to head inside, and that meant you too. You politely excused yourself, getting sent away with a squeeze of your hand and a peck at your cheek from Scott and smiles and waves from his family.

Walking inside with Grillo, he gave you a sly grin, teasing, "So, you're meeting the family, huh?"

"I met his mom before the LA premier," you nodded.

His brow rose up, somewhere between impressed and mischievous. "Oh, yeah?" he mused. "Sounds serious."

"Serious?" you chuckled. "Like the heart attack I almost had before meeting his mom?" You jerked a thumb over your shoulder. "Or like the one I just had because I didn't know that I was meeting his dad tonight? Yeah, might be serious." You groaned out a sigh. "God, that was awkward. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights."

Frank laughed, shaking his head. He dismissed your worry with a swat of his hand at the air, saying, "Ahh, I'm sure they love ya. You got nothing to worry about."

Frank Grillo. Your hero.

"Thanks, Frank," you blushed.

You watched the movie with Frank, keeping tabs on Chris and his family with quick glances their way during the screening. You'd waved hello to Mackie and Sebastian from your seat before the theater lights went down. Sebastian had mouthed something you couldn't really make out. Maybe something about finding them after the show? Whether or not that was it, you knew you'd get a chance to catch up afterwards. 

There was a reception after the movie. You moved around the room with Frank for a bit, grabbing a cocktail and some hors d'oeuvres while you circulated. It was becoming old hand for you to be greeted warmly by the Russos and the others at these events. You were gonna miss the new familiarity of the premiers, just when you really found your stride at them. Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted and you'd gotten invaluable experience to help you be ultra comfortable when you would be working red carpets for Frank down the road.