"I'm flying to New York tomorrow." Lorelai said into her phone as she laid on her hotel's bed. It was midday, and Chris was shooting. Luckily, he had just gotten his break, and had called her almost immediately.
"I thought you were staying in Atlanta." His voice came through the other end.
"I was invited to the Met Gala." She informed. "So, I'm flying to New York City. Afterwards, I guess I'll just fly on home to LA."
"Seems fair enough." She could hear as he hummed out a short tune, making her smile.
"So, how was filming?" She asked as she pulled the phone away from her ear before putting him on speaker. She laid the phone on her chest, resting her hands by her sides.
"It was good. We're almost halfway through."
"God, time has flown with filming, hasn't it? It feels like yesterday, you guys were working on the beginning scenes." She moved a hand, placing it behind her head as she heard him laugh. "It's been like nearly two or three months, hasn't it?"
"Something like that. Hey, I've gotta go. I'll try to come over once we're done on set." Chris said after a moment, making her take him off of speaker as she brought her phone back to her ear.
"Alright, I'll see you then." With that, he hung up, and Lorelai finally decided to get up and start packing.
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Fanfictionin which Marvel hires a new make up artist while one is sick, and the new one manages to catch feelings for the one and only Chris Evans. - highest ranking; #211 in fanfiction