Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Sixty

The weekend at home went by just as fast as you were afraid it could. But you made the most of every minute while you were there. You caught up with some friends for a couple nights and got a pedicure with your mom and your sister-in-law one afternoon. You had your fill of home cooking and local favs. As much as you hated to leave to go back to work, you still could smile contentedly on the plane ride back to the coast.

You picked up Archie on your way home from the airport. He was delighted to see you again, as always. And when you got home for the night, you sent Chris a message to say you were both there, safe and sound. He called a minute later, asking how your trip had been. You were happy to report your brother and his wife were expecting the first grandbaby in the family sometime in November and that your family had made the same offer as his; that Chris had to find time to come out to Cincinnati with you on your next trip home. He agreed, that sounded fair.

You were back to work at the salon on Monday morning. With all your available hours booked for that week, you barely realized how fast time flew. Victoria reminded you about your girls' night out, in the middle of the afternoon, to go see Civil War together. She wanted to be sure you hadn't forgotten, when her last customer of the day had her a few minutes behind and it looked like you might leave for the day without her. Of course, you could never forget and assured her you were just heading in the back to get a break from the bustling salon until she was ready.

While Victoria was finishing her last appointment for the afternoon, you were perched on the counter in the back room near the laundry machines and texting with Chris. You told him you were off to the movies after work. When he asked what you were going to see, you told him it was "some modern drama about friends torn apart by a love triangle" and then sent a picture of the Civil War movie poster.

Flip Cup Hero: Very funny

You: Had ya goin there for a second there, didn't I?

Flip Cup Hero: Yes. You're very clever.

You snickered at his obvious sarcasm.

You: I hope you know I expect a full refund if this movie sucks...

Flip Cup Hero: I'm not reimbursing for snacks

You: Fair enough

Flip Cup Hero: How many times are you going to watch that movie?

You: Hold on...I'm trying to divide my paycheck by the price of a matinee ticket to find out how many times I can afford...

Flip Cup Hero: Dear god...I'm dating a fangirl

You chewed on your lip to keep from laughing, shaking your head, while you waited for the message the rolling ellipsis said was coming.

Flip Cup Hero: I've been warned about people like you

You huffed, with a small, passing frown.

You: Just remember who asked who out first

You: This is all your fault

Flip Cup Hero: Guilty

Flip Cup Hero: I guess I'm stuck with you.

Ha! He's stuck with you. What a dork.

You: For.ev.er

Victoria popped he head around the corner, asking, "All set?"

Sliding off the counter, you shouldered your purse and nodded. You drove separately to the theater, so neither of you had to go back for your car later after the movie. With some popcorn and a drink, you settled into your seats just before the previews started. For a 4 o'clock weekday showing, the theater was practically full. You couldn't help the tiny smile curling up the corners of your mouth, excited for Chris and the others that people were so eager for the movie, and proud that you had even just a small part in helping make it happen.