i-spy - A Sebastian Stan Fan Fiction

chapter 1

Emma made her way up to the bar top, motioning to the bartender to take his time before getting to her. She saw how busy the bar top was and didn't want him to feel rushed to help her. She really didn't even want to come out anyway, but a couple of the girls her older brother had introduced her to insisted she come out with them tonight. Being the people pleaser that she is, she obliged and met them at a small bar down the street from where she lived. The girls were nice and she was grateful that they invited her out and let her crash their girls night, but she'd much rather be at home in bed. 9 at night was way too late for her to be out on a normal night.

She turned around to look at the table the girls were seated at. They were laughing and talking and having a great time. They wouldn't even notice if she had just left and didn't say anything to them.

"I'm so sorry, but do I know you from somewhere?" She heard a voice ask from beside her, breaking her out of her own thoughts.

She looked to her side to see a tall man smiling at her with his dark blue eyes shining down at her. She rolled her eyes and turned to face the bar top again.

"I highly doubt it," she said smiling to herself. Normally, guys hitting on her at the bar was a huge turn-off for her, but she couldn't deny that this was one of the most good-looking guys she had ever seen in her life. She knew she couldn't make that obvious or it would go straight to his head.

"Well, maybe if you tell me your name, it'll help jog my memory," he said, sitting on a stool beside her.

She thought to herself for a second, trying to come up with a fake name to tell him. She was in this new town for a reason, she couldn't just let everyone know who she was. "Angel," she started. "And don't try any of those weird pick-up lines. I've heard them all, I promise." She smiled sarcastically at him, hoping it might scare him off.

A smirk formed across his face. "Ma'am, God just called, he's looking for his favorite Angel. Should I tell him you're with me?" He asked playfully.

"Lame," she sighed. She could see the smirk on his face disappear as she shot down his first line.

The man furrowed his eyebrows, trying to come up with something else clever to say. "Are you an angel, Angel? Because you just descended from heaven and turned my world upside down," he said with a proud smile.

She stared at him for a moment, raising her eyebrow. "That one's even worse," she said to him, breaking his spirit once again. She giggled at how hard he was trying to impress her by coming up with a pick-up line. She didn't understand why guys thought that actually pulled girls. It never worked on her, at least.

He sighed as the bartender walked over to grab her drink order. She ordered a bottle of beer and the random man stood up and ordered his own drink, as well. While she ordered a beer, she listened to him order the most complicated drink she had ever heard. Surely he was just ordering that to sound impressive. No one is actually that difficult when going out to a normal neighborhood bar, right?

The two stood there in silence as the man racked his brain for something else to say. He was absolutely captivated by Emma's beauty. He had never seen anyone like her before. The way her brown eyes were dark as night. The contrast between her fair skin and her stark brown hair. She was even more beautiful up close.

The man stared at her, hoping she wouldn't look his way so he could continue analyzing her. She was giving off some kind of "stay-away-from-me" vibe and he couldn't put his finger on why. His starting line wasn't the greatest, but it wasn't the worst. He studied the way the lights hit her honey brown eyes. They were like puddles of fresh honey. He noticed that her cheeks were a little red and he didn't know if that was from drinking or if he was making her nervous.

The bartender returned with both of their drinks, handing each of them what they ordered. They both thanked him as he turned towards the register, ready to ring them in on their own tabs.

"Put these on my tab," the man said to the bartender.

She rolled her eyes at him again. "You don't have to do that," she started. "Although, maybe you do since you made me sit through two of the worst pick-up lines I've ever heard." She smiled playfully at him.

The man leaned in closer to Emma and lightly placed his hand on her waist, making her step back slightly out of shock, but she managed to stand her ground to make sure he knew she wasn't scared of him. "Your name might be Angel, but I can tell you're the complete opposite of that behind closed doors," he whispered into her ear.

Emma's eyes went wide, her mouth falling open just slightly. She could feel the blood rushing into her cheeks, making her blush. She was hoping her makeup was covering it up. She was sure she put on enough blush tonight.

He pulled back from her, letting his hand fall onto the back of the stool that sat next to them. "Please don't tell me you've heard that one," he begged playfully.

A small smile crept across her face as she looked down at her feet, her face still hot. She didn't know how to respond to a guy this hot talking to her like that. She knew it wasn't even that intense of a statement, but his breath on her ear and the goosebumps it gave her made her body tingle.

"You have, haven't you?" He asked, looking defeated.

She looked back up at him. "Actually, no." She smiled softly at him.

His eyes lit up with pride. "Well, Angel, since I seemed to have actually impressed you-" he started.

Emma put her hand up towards him and laughed. "Oh, no. Whatever you're about to suggest, the answer is no," she said.

"You know, this whole playing-hard-to-get thing really works well for you," he smirked at her.

"Yeah?" She asked. "And this whole typical-player-at-the-bar-top thing really does not work well in you favor," she said, wincing playfully at him.

"Okay, how about we start over?" He smiled as he suggested.

She smiled at him as an idea to get out of this situation popped into her head. "Fine. Let's count to three, turn around, and reintroduce ourselves?" She asked.

The man could see the look in her eye like she was about to play him like a violin, but he gave in anyways. "Deal," he said.

Emma counted to three, and as they both turned around, she stopped halfway and began walking back to her table that was filled with her new potential friends.

"Hey! That's not how this was supposed to go!" She heard the man shout playfully from behind her.

"Thanks for the drink!" She shot a smile and a wink over her shoulder as she raised her bottle up in the air.

As she reached the table, she then had to explain who the random hot guy was up at the bar. She thought they hadn't even seen her walk in, yet they were watching her the whole time. She felt a little better knowing that they did actually want her there and that made her a little more excited to get to know all of them. She brushed off all of the questions about the guy, mentioning that she had told him a fake name, so if anyone asked, to just go with it.

The night went on, and Emma felt more and more comfortable with her new friends. They had all grown up in this town, as most of their families worked for various departments of the government. They all talked about how they had felt stuck here and they couldn't wait to get out of the town. They grilled Emma on what the midwest was like, wondering about the weather, places to shop, places for vacations, and everything in between.

As the night came to an end, the girls all went their separate ways. Emma decided to walk home since it was only a 10 minute walk. The night was cool and it looked like it was getting ready to rain. As much as she wanted to stay up late and enjoy the storm, she knew lunch with her brother the next day was going to be long.