Just one coffee ~ a Sebastian Stan fanfiction (on hold)

2: just a feeling

Seb's p.o.v.

What was that feeling? I kept asking myself that over and over again. It's something I never felt before. I had finished my coffee some time ago but I kept staring out of the window thinking, thinking about her. Why am I still thinking about her?

Was this the same feeling Chris had some years ago? It isn't possible, he always described it to me but I never understood. I didn't think it was possible to fall in love with someone you just met but...

What are you thinking Seb?

I stood up and left the coffee shop. When I exited I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings and I bumped into someone.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking..." I lost my voice. It was her, the brunette that left some time ago. I bumped into her, how stupid!

"No problem." She said with a smile. God her voice sounded beautiful and her smile...

We were staring at each other for some time when she broke our staring competition.

"Yeah, ummm...I should get my coffee." She said while pointing at the counter.

"Yeah." I managed to say. Was that really the best you could do Seb?

"So, bye." She waved and started walking towards the counter.

I somehow snapped out of my thinking and walked out of the coffee shop not before looking back at her once more. She turned at the same moment and we locked eyes again. I smiled and she smiled back.

Some time later...

"So Seb met a girl?" Chris asked on a playful tone.

I sighed. "Chris are you really going to start like that?"

"You did the same with me when I first met Mel. So it's only fair for me to do the same." Chris answered me.

"Ok you're maybe right..." Chris cut me off.

"Maybe? I'm one hundred percent right Sebastian Stan. But enough about me, tell about her." He said with a cheeky smile.

"There isn't much to tell Chris. I saw her, she saw me and we smiled politely at each other. Nothing more." I said.

"But there is something more, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned it." Chris said.

"Yeah...it's hard to explain."

"Try, it won't hurt."

"It was like I felt something when I looked into her eyes." Chris smiled widely at what I just said.

"What?" I asked him. He didn't stop smiling.

"Nothing, I'm just happy."

Abbey's p.o.v.

"Abbey, I'm so weak! Help me!" Violet said over dramatically when she let herself fall on my couch.

"What did you do?" I asked her from the kitchen.

"I walked all morning and now my feet hurt!" She sighed.

"That's not my fault." I sung to her. "So any luck in finding your, what's his name again?"

"Sebastian Stan. And NO, I had no luck." Violet said and buried her face in a pillow.

"Violet, he's famous. It's not like he's just walking around with a big arrow above his head that says: 'I'm famous, come and take a picture with me!'."

"Yeah. So how was your morning?" She asked, her face still hidden in the pillow.

"Nothing special. Just a crazy friend that woke me up way too early to go and get some coffee and left me to chase some sort of celebrity."