Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Sixty-one

Back on a plane, for the umpteenth time in the last few weeks, you debated trying to singlehandedly bring back the glamour of air travel, when Mad Men styles were in every seat and "stewardesses" wore little pillbox hats and gloves. Maybe that would make muscling your way through the busy terminal at JFK worth it. Okay, probably not. Maybe having a guy bump into you who smelled like soup couldn't be fixed with a drink with Don Draper and the gang. But the soft bounce as you fell back onto your hotel room bed could.

Stretched out over the mattress, with your feet dangling from one side and your arms reached over the edge of the other, it was a relaxing change from the NYC crowd you'd managed to run into just about every place you turned. It seemed like everyone was getting an early start for their weekend. You, on the other hand, had messaged Chris and Frank to let them know you got in alright. 

In Frank's message, you set up dinner plans for later. With Chris, you texted back and forth about how your flight was and the upcoming weekend for both of you. Tomorrow, while you were making Frank look pretty for the AOL Build Speaker Series, Chris had plans for a guys night out. You were looking forward to seeing a couple people from the Kingdom cast and Chris was procrastinating packing a bag for a trip to Vegas for the Billboard party at the Wyn. There was a joke in there about waving to each other as your two planes passed in the sky.

You wouldn't be home before he left and, although a quick trip to fabulous Las Vegas sounded like fun, being packed into a party, surrounded by celebrity and picture hungry media, did not. You'd had your fill on the Civil War press tour and thought maybe a cooling off period from tagging along to appearances with Chris was best for everyone. No sense in pushing your luck. Besides, you had hours scheduled at the salon waiting for you on Sunday. A visit to the Big Apple would be just fine for you.

You went along with Frank to his appearance. Matt, Kiele, and Natalie were all smiles and hugs for seeing you. You watched their gig from a decent seat in the audience, while they talked about Kingdom. You snapped a pic of the group together with their producer Byron and one of Frank signing the wall, happy to hashtag and share with your followers on Twitter and Instagram. The photos racked up a healthy handful of likes and retweets almost instantly, with plenty of comments thanking you for sharing with the show's fans. You were always happy to help. After all, you loved the show as much as any of them.

You joined everyone for an early dinner after the AOL studios event, laughing and chatting about the show and work in general. Talk turned towards Frank's upcoming projects and Kiele dug her phone out of her purse, saying she had to follow you on Twitter so she could see any photos you might post from your trip. You blushed a little at hearing she always saw your tags from things she was in from the Kingdom set, but didn't know why she never followed you. Her excuse, "No comprende the Twitter" had everyone rolling. 

Later that night, sitting in your room with The Devil Wears Prada on tv and your phone in your hand, you laughed at seeing the internet meltdown over Chris' new haircut. Go ahead and admit it, you were more than a little mischievously proud to be responsible for that. Chris and Scott had gone to Topgolf with some of their pals and been interrupted by some fangirls. Chris had smiled graciously for a photo with the trio of young ladies and, once the photo hit Twitter, it was all over. Not that you didn't understand all the fuss. He did look good. 

                   

When you got home Friday afternoon, Chris was already touched down and checked in in sunny Las Vegas. You took Archie to the beach with you, playing a long game of fetch to make up for you sneaking off for a couple days. You broke it to him gently, telling him how action packed your summer was turning out to be and how he'd have to be extra good while he was at the sitter's. You'd just lobbed the tennis ball into the edge of the surf for Archie to splash after when you heard your phone ring. You smiled saying hello, happy to be hearing from Chris.