One of the Good Ones ✓

Dinner?

It had been two weeks since that afternoon where I quite literally ran into Captain America himself, Chris Evans. I didn't text him, or call him, trying my best to forget the events that happened that day and the note that was currently sitting in the bottom of my purse with his number on it.

I kept myself busy, spending my days at the Concord Museum, teaching school groups and tourists about some the colonial history that we housed within our walls. History had always been my favorite subject, something that I was passionate about. It's what lead me to Massachusetts in the first place, when I was looking for somewhere to settle. All of the early American history that was well within an hour drive from my home, and the distance from everything that I was desperate to leave behind, made the Boston area the perfect place. Until this man came in and turned my recently settled world on its head.

I finished up with one of my groups and went back to the front, waiting for the next one. "So did you ever call him?" Mandy asks.

I sigh. "No, not since the last time you asked at the beginning of my shift. And I really hope that you didn't tell anyone else about that." I practically begged her.

"Of course I didn't. I didn't want to start some squealing fit with the other girls. But you really shouldn't leave him waiting. A guy like that isn't going to wait around forever."

"I'm not asking him too." I say.

"Well, everyone else went home but you were booked for an after hours tour." She says, smiling and pointing behind me.

I was almost afraid to turn around, worried just who might have found me. When I see that it's only Chris, I breathe out a sigh of relief. "That happy to see me?" He asks, a smirk on his perfect lips.

"Compared to who else it could've been, yeah, I'm happy it's you." I say before leading him to the first exhibit. He looks concerned but I just shake my head. "Is there a particular reason you scheduled an after-hours tour of a museum that you've been to more than I have and can probably lead the tour better than me?" I ask, an eyebrow raised.

"You never texted me."

"And? I didn't think I had to."

"Well that just hurts. I wanted to apologize. My ma would never forgive me if she found out I spilt coffee all over a woman and didn't try to make up for it."

"Well, we can't have your ma upset at you, can we?" I smile. I'm glad to know that everything I had heard about Chris wasn't wrong.

"No, we really can't. So, show me around the museum? It'll allow me to wear you down to accepting my offer."

"Your offer?"

"To take you to dinner. Make up for my atrocious behavior."

I think about this for a minute. "You have until the end of the first part of the tour to convince me." I say with a small smile.

The huge smile that breaks across his face almost has me saying yes in that moment before my logical side, the side that remembers the hurt, wins back over. "Deal." I roll my eyes, shaking my head as I lead him through the first exhibit, explaining each piece and its significance to American history.

We make it out of the first section and I turn to him. "You know, you didn't do a good job at convincing me."

He blushes a little. "I got caught up in your story-telling. I've been here a hundred times before but I've never had this type of experience. No one has shared these stories with as much passion as you have." It was my turn to blush, looking down to the floor.

"Sorry, it's easy for me to get caught up in this kind of thing. Something that me and my Pop used to share." I tell him, before realizing what I said. "Sorry. You probably don't care to know why." I say before looking back down at my feet.

He takes my hand in his and I look up at him, panicked. His soft eyes calm me. "Don't ever apologize for something that brings you joy. I think it's amazing that you have so much passion for American history. You certainly picked the right place to live for it."

"One of the many things that drew me to the area." I answer honestly.

"What else?"

"Sorry?"

"What else drew you to the area?"

My eyes dart to the door. "Now that's a story that will take a lot longer to find out, and not something that should be discussed sober." I say after a few minutes of silence.

He nods. "So... Do I get that dinner?"

I take a moment to look at him, really look at him. Pass the movie star looks and the blue-green eyes that have so much depth in them. I look all the way down to the man, the real man, that lives beneath. The one that I could see still struggled with rejection and having people love him for him, not who he became. Someone, who it turns out, wasn't super different from me.

I look back up to his eyes and nod. "Don't make me regret it Evans." I say before taking my phone out of my back pocket and passing it to him. He raises his eyebrow in confusion. "I'm not going to copy your number off of a paper note. You want me to have it, put it in my phone." He smiles before taking my phone from me, putting his number in and texting himself.

"There, now I have yours as well. I'll text you tomorrow morning with some details. Dinner tomorrow night?" He asks.

I nod. "I get off work at 6. Just so you know."

He smiles and follows me to the back where I grab my things before setting the alarm and locking up. "I'll see you tomorrow." He says confidently as he walks me to my car.

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure. I'll see you tomorrow at 6."

"Ok." I say before getting in my car. He shuts the door behind me and watches as I drive away. I don't even process what's happened until I'm pulling up to my little cottage. "What the fuck just happened?"