Win A Date With Chris Evans

Is this a joke?

"Jaime, you're working a double!" Kev shouts from his office just as Jaime saunters passed to clock out.
She grits her teeth rolling her eyes at Tabitha who tries to laugh silently, though silence was never her strength.
"Kev, no. I'm going home." She hovers in the doorway hoping he'll just wave her off, but it wasn't to be.
"Do you like working here?" He taps his pen on the table.
"Not particularly..." his eyes snap up glowering at her, "but please don't fire me."
"Back on the checkout, and I'll think about it." She puffs out her cheeks exasperated.
Fucking wonderful. Working a double after being up until 3am reading filthy fan fiction. Spectacular.

Tabs is nowhere to be seen, shes done a runner incase he asks her to stay.
Bitch.

Jaime smiles as she finishes up with the last customer, Joe the security guard stands by the door ready to lock up when they leave.
The young lady keeps staring at Jaime as she packs her groceries, making Jaime feel a little uncomfortable but she offers an awkward smile as she places the loaf of bread on the top of the bag.
"Excuse me?" She asks timidly.
Jaimes eyes open wide, "yeah sweetie?"
"Don't I...uhhh know you from somewhere?" She stutters nervously biting the inside of her lip.
"Probably just from here...it seems I never leave." Jaime laughs self deprecatingly smiling kindly as she hands over the bag
The girl shrugs her shoulder, "probably. See ya."
"G'night!" Jaime calls as Joe locks the door behind her.
Joe heaves a sigh of relief and walks towards Jaime, "lets get the fuck outta here!" He high fives her as they go to the staff room to grab their belongings.

"FREEDOM!!!" Jaime shouts out as they watch the shutters come down over the windows, horrifically imitating a Scottish accent.
She hands the keys to Joe, "see you on Saturday, Joey boy..."
"Yeah yeah...rub it in." He yawns stuffing the keys in his pocket.

***
After what felt like the longest walk on the planet Jaime finally burst through the door of her apartment.
I really should get that door fixed.
It wasn't much, but it at least it was hers. It was run down, and tired but she owned it. Every last cent she earned she saved, and when her grandmother died and left her a small inheritance she had enough to buy the place out right. It was something she was truly proud of.
"Ahhh fuck." She sighed as she threw herself onto the sofa.
Jaime opened up her iPad and began scrolling through TikTok, flicking through Marvel thirst traps and Avengers POVs, she loved losing herself in the fiction. Imagining what her life would be if she had a super power. Heck, she would settle for being the maid.
She has a look in her drafted videos checking to see if she has anything to put out, she does. Its a bit risky. I could get taken down.
Fuck it.
She uploads a 'TREND' edit of Captain America giving advice on what to do if you find yourself on fire... Stop...Drop and Roll...
Images of Infinity War Steve flicker on the screen to the beat of the song, 'Stop Drop & Roll' by Mareko. Giving off extreme big dick energy.
If you know you know.
She checks her followers quickly, 9246.
Holy fuck. There are nearly 10,000 people almost as fucked in the head as me.
Jaime falls into a TikTok hole for about an hour commenting on thirst videos about Marvel Men, asking Chris Evans to leave her vagina like a crime scene. Videos of Sebastian Stan licking his lips, she comments - Frothing at the hole.

The thing about Jaime is, that she doesn't come with a filter, a spade is a spade. What she does have is very low self esteem that she masks with humour and a facade of self confidence, if she says something shocking then maybe they wont comment on her looks. Maybe they'll look past her weight, and find her humour endearing. Maybe just maybe she'll end up 'one of the lads' but at least that way she'd be included.  Which is better than being ignored.

Her eyes begin nip, scrunching together involuntarily. Groaning sleepily as she makes her way to the bedroom, she strips off naked slipping into an oversized tshirt and collapses onto her bed.
Turning a pillow long ways she snuggles in, imagining that she has lain her head on the chest of an Avenger.
Who will it be tonight?
Thor...I haven't had Thor for a while.
She closes her eyes and wishes herself Smutty Dreams.

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!
Fucking hell!
Jaime peels her eyes open, fumbling around for her cell phone...realising that she must have forgotten to switch off the alarm.
She stumbles disoriented into the lounge searching for the cell, and as her eyes and ears adjust to her surroundings it becomes clear that someone is calling.
"Hello?...Yes this is she." She rubs her eyes, clearing her throat trying to disguise the fact that she had just rolled out of her bed.
"Wait, what? A competition...oh a raffle? I mean yeah I did...I'm sorry I need to sit down."
Jaime sets herself down on the breakfast stool in her kitchen, putting the cell on loud speaker.
"Sorry...can you repeat all of that?" Jamies head being held up by her hands tries to process the conversation.
"Certainly Miss Collins...My name is Roxanne, I am calling you to congratulate you on winning the Win A Date With Chris Evans Raffle...I uh..."

What the actual fucking fuck.
"I'm sorry...I'm confused..." Jaime cuts her off.

"I know this is very daunting but I just wanted to extend my congratulations and Mr Evans team will be in contact with you soon regarding the da—" Roxannes voice trails off
"Are you still there?" She asks curiously.

"Is this a fucking joke?...sorry for cursing...but are you fucking with me...sorry again...holy fucking shit I can't breathe." Jaime begins to hyperventilate.

"Miss Collins, I can assure you this is very real...I will be in touch and in the meantime I am going to email you the link to the draw and some information regarding the date."
"Sure." Jaime ends the call frozen to her seat, unable to move a muscle.

What the fucking fuck. Is this some sick joke? No. Tabs wouldnt. And my cell number isn't on TikTok. Is this real? I only bought one raffle ticket. It can't be right. 10 dollars for a date with Chris Eva...no. Its fake. Its a lie.
Oh my fucking helling fuck what if it is real?
Aw naw. Its fake. Its definitely fake.
*PING*
Jaime opens the link that comes through her emails, its a youtube video of an interview with Chris and that Lacey girl with the bouncy blonde hair.
Chris nervously picks the label on a bottle of Stella Artois before bringing it to his lips and gulping it down.
How does one go about becoming a bottle of Stella Artois?
There it is...flashing on the screen right in front of Chris Evans face, right in front of Jaime's - WINNER - Jaime Collins, 30, Iowa.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Jamie retches, bile expels from her stomach onto the kitchen floor.
What have I done?