So High School (Chris Evans) 18+

7

Not even the three iced coffee's I've had on the journey back are enough to keep the jet lag from creeping up on me. I sit in the chair outside in the garden of the new home Daniel and I recently moved into and scroll through the pictures on my phone of the wedding. I took loads, but admittedly my favourites are with Chris. 

They shouldn't be...

I head indoors to put my cup in the dishwasher and then take the purse from my bag, opening it and then pulling something from one of the card slots. The dog-eared and battered Tyler card from the Mystery Date game that I took years ago.

I slip it back into my purse and then see my phone get a notification from Instagram. 

@Chrisevans has sent you a friend request

My finger ponders over the accept and decline button, but in the end just accept and allow him to see how my life is now. Out with friends, pictures with Daniel although admittedly I don't have many. He doesn't really do social media as he barely has time for it which is fair, but I rely on it for work. I ended up becoming an interior designer and usually help with the staging process for new homes being built. In fact I worked on the show homes on the site that Daniel and I ended up buying from. 

Things are good, but now that I'm back in contact with Chris I can't help but feel a little unsettled. 

Daniel: Be ready for 7, booked us dinner x

He sometimes does this. Usually if it's a promotion or for something he's celebrating at work. As much as I'd prefer to just stay in with a takeaway, I text him back and tell him I'll be ready for then. It means that I'll just have to spend the rest of my afternoon glamming up and finding a dress to wear. I want to look nice and not like a jetlagged wreck 

I work on a few emails and have another coffee before I go and get ready, Daniel pulling up outside at seven sharp and leaning over to kiss me as I get in the car. "You don't look as tired as you did this morning, you take my advice and went to the gym?" 

"Yep". I lie. I wasn't in the mood to go this morning and I refrain from telling him that I'm on a caffeine high. I only got back yesterday after all and I haven't really seen him, so it'll be good to catch up and tell him all about the wedding at dinner. 

"Good, you know I always tell you that it helps to keep your mind focused and your body in shape". He replies as we drive along. "So how was Boston? It was good, I'll show you some more pictures when we're in the restaurant, but something interesting actually happened that I haven't told you about". 

"Riiiight?" He replies. 

"So I've never really told you about this, because it wasn't really relevant - but Libby and Cody lived next door to Chris Evans when they were kids. My Aunt and Uncle still do - and he showed up at the reception after telling Libs he couldn't make it". 

Daniel frowns. "Who?"

"He plays Captain America? In the Marvel films? You've seen Iron Man right?" 

"I don;t have time to watch kids films babe, I'm busy". 

Yeah. Either with work or going out for drinks with friends after work. Or he's going on weekends away with them to climb Mount Snowdon or some shit like that. 

I brush it off. "Oh, yeah I know - but you'd probably recognise him if I showed you a picture. I got a couple last night. When I used to go see Libs and Cody I met him once. It was just nice to see him and catch up again". 

"So he's like Hollywood famous? That's cool". Daniel nods to himself. "Did he remember you?" 

Lie. Lie. LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! 

"Vaguely". 

Welldone. 

We pull into the restaurant and head to the table. Daniel orders the drinks and then I go through the pictures with him. "I'm sorry I missed it. Would've been great to be out there, but hey, we got Thanksgiving right?" He says, swiping through more pictures and stopping on one. "This Mr Hollywood?" 

I lean over and nod. "Yeah, that's him - you recognise him?" I ask and then google Captain America anyway to show him. 

"Ah, that guy. Yeah looks familiar. So that's your claim to fame eh?". He grins. "My only one is my nan meeting Simon Cowell". 

I chuckle and sit back. "But yeah, you'll meet him at Thanksgiving actually". 

"Will I?" 

"Yeah. His family is joining with ours this year. Honestly I can't wait. We only did Thanksgiving once In Boston and it was when I was like five, so I can't really remember". 

"You're obsessed with Boston, it's cute". 

I shrug and sit back. "I could've actually moved there, but if I had then I wouldn't have met you". 

Daniel winks at me. "Ah but the question is would you choose me over Boston?" He asks but then our drinks arrive. 

I guess I'd choose him considering the circumstances. It'd be different if I was single. Now as I look at Daniel, he takes a sip of wine and then looks serious. Is he waiting for me to answer? "Tamsin..." He begins. 

Wait, what's going on. 

Everything turns to slow motion as his voice just fades into things I can't make out, only the four words he finishes with before producing something from his pocket. 

"Will you marry me?" 

I stare at the ring, completely shocked. We've been together a few years, and have briefly spoke about marriage, but I didn't think it was something that he wanted yet. 

"Yes!" I say almost automatically, but still I'm in shock. 

He takes my hand and slips the ring on my finger. I stare down at it. This has got to be the most expensive thing I now own, but Daniel does love an expensive lifestyle. "Sorry I'm just in a bit of shock". I look at him, managing to tear my eyes from the diamond sitting on my finger. 

"I thought it was about time that I wife'd you up, seeing Libby's wedding pictures made me realise that it's what I want, and that I couldn't love anyone more than I do you". 

"I need to send a picture to my parents". I now snap one and send it to them, the message of shock coming back along with congratulations. I also post it to Instagram and then shove my phone into my bag so I can now spend the rest of the evening with me fiance. 

We catch up with what Daniel's been doing while I'm away, talk about what kind of wedding we'd like. Where to start looking into for venues. He says he'd like to be married by this time next year so it looks as though we'll be starting planning straight away. 

The waiter brings us out some desert with 'congratulations' written across the plate written in chocolate sauce. As I go to put a piece of  ice cream onto my spoon, I see Daniel watching. "What?" I smirk. 

"Babe, do you really need it? You've gotta be fitting into a wedding dress now". 

"Ah, yeah", I say and put the spoon down. "Good point actually". 

Guess I need to start going to the gym more often, especially if I want to look good on my own wedding day. 

We get home and Daniel goes to take a shower while I get changed for bed, seeing the notifications from friends popping up on my Instagram picture of the engagement ring. But only one will stand out. 

@Chrisevans: Congratulations Tam x

And suddenly I don't feel in a celebratory mood any more.