Just a Hair Stylist - Chris Evans story \\✔️

Chapter Sixty-four

You burned through the week, working your schedule at the salon and doing little chores here and there at home. The closer it got to July, the more excited you got for your work-cation, as Scott had dubbed it, to China with Frank for his next movie. The trip popped into your head at the oddest moments and had you Googling things on your lunch break, like "Does it rain in China?" Of course it does, you big dummy. But all of a sudden you found yourself searching the average rainfall of Beijing in July and August and other weather facts to read on Wikipedia. After all, you had to know how to pack.

But before you jetted off across the ocean, you had work to do at home. You were on hand for Frank's Conan appearance. You hadn't put much thought into it, when you grabbed a t-shirt to wear with your distressed denim shorts and low top Chucks to the studio, but you couldn't have been more pleased with the selfie that wearing the Navy St tee got you, when Conan O'Brien himself was sporting one of a different shade. He'd called the two of you "twinsies" and suggested the pic, when he came in to say hello to Frank before the taping.

You might want to consider publishing a coffee table book of your selfies with celebrities, because you were building a hell of a collection. The posts on your twitter and Instagram accounts always got a ton of "likes", when you put up your photos after each brush with greatness you had from being in proximity to Frank. Sure, you work hard, but, man- What a life!

Having dinner with Chris, after the Conan taping wrapped, Chris had teased you about your selfies, saying, "You're like your own paparazzo."

"Well," you humbly shrugged, "when you're a hot commodity like me, everyone wants a picture."

You both had a laugh. And another one, bigger than before, when Chris dug his phone out of his pocket to take a selfie with you on his couch. You gave him a playful shove for being a smartass, before he hooked an arm around your shoulder and smooshed up close to you. You two looked like idiots, with goofy, laughing smiles squished into an inescapable hug, but he said he was going to keep the picture, so that he could say he knew you when, after you turn into some big shot stylist. It was a funny moment to remember driving yourself to the airport for your flight out to New York for the press events and premier for the next Purge movie.

There was a busy week ahead of you in the Big Apple. You were scheduled every day in the gym with Frank. He trained hard all the time, but he'd been putting in a little extra effort ahead of filming for the stunt work. He'd told you, just because you got your mud run medal didn't mean you could slack off. The man was a living motivational poster. Frank Grillo is a sweaty blessing.

Mornings started early at the gym. Nights ended with dinners with Frank and his friends and family. And in between, you shuttled around the city with Frank, making him look good for his appearances. You called or face timed with Chris to share your day's adventures and to check on Archie. That big softie of a boyfriend of yours was dog sitting for the week. Not surprisingly, the two handsome men seemed to be getting along just fine without you. 

It was kind of a crazy week, but you had been having so much fun, you didn't realize how busy you really were until you were winding down at the party after the premier Friday night. You actually fell asleep on your mid-afternoon flight back to Los Angeles. At least you didn't wake up on the shoulder of the grey haired business traveler sitting next to you. That would have been awkward.

After landing in LA, you made the hellish drive through lunch hour traffic up to Chris' place. You were going to spend what was left of the holiday weekend at his house. You groaned, telling him how tired you were, after Chris welcomed you back and asked how you were. He laughed and took your little suitcase to the bedroom for you, while you flopped down on the couch. Archie snuggled his head into your side and you hugged him close to give him some scratches.