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AIRPORTS. HARLEY DESPISED THEM. The paparazzi somehow always managed to find her gate and get photos of her when she really didn't want them to take those pictures of her. It wasn't that she wasn't confident, it was that they were taken without her consent. Harley sighed and pulled her hoodie further over her head as she walked towards the Starbucks where she and Chris would meet up.
She swore she could hear the faint click of a camera, but dismissed the thought the best that she could. She almost didn't noticed she had made it to the Starbucks until the overwhelming scent of coffee hit her like a truck and she glanced up from her gaze on the ground.
She pulled her phone from the pocket of her oversized hoodie and checked to see if Chris was there yet. She had no new messages from him, and with a tiny sigh she stepped forward to the counter.
"Hi, may I help you?" The man behind the counter asked. "Uh, yeah, can I just get a grande iced coffee, please?" Harley replied warmly. The look of recognition registered to his face and she smiled at him. "Don't tell anyone, please? I'm trying to lay low," She asked.
"O-of course. Um, my sister, she's a h-huge fan, do you mind, like, signing a cup or something?" He asked lowly. "Sure I will! What's her name?" She asked. "Audrey," The worker said, pleased at her politeness.
Harley took a cup and the sharpie he handed to her and quickly wrote a message to the girl that read "Sorry I couldn't meet you in person, babe! Thank you for the support, Audrey. Love you forever, Xoxo, Harley Marino".
After that she ended up waiting for five minutes before she felt a tap on her shoulder. Expecting it to be a fan, she turned with a grin and gasped. Chris Evans stood in front of her, in all of his glory, and smiled. "Hey," She breathed. "Hi."
He had forgotten how short she actually was, and gently he tugged on her sleeve to pull her in for a hug. "You look a lot different, even in person," Harley said into the embrace. "So do you," Chris laughed.
"Your hair, what about your bangs?" He asked. "The magic of professional hairstylists my friend," She laughed. Chris nodded and squeezed her even tighter as she gripped his shoulder. It was nice to be in each other's presence again- this time neither of them shy.
"Grande Iced Coffee for Harley!"
They broke apart as Harley's name was called and she grinned. "Sorry, I haven't had coffee since before the plane." Chris shook his head with a slight chuckle and grabbed a straw for her as she thanked the barista and took her drink.
"That's something I didn't forget. Your severe coffee addiction," He said. "Hey! I do not have an addiction! I just favor it over most drinks is all," She defended. "Whatever you say, Marino."
------ BITCH imma be all over these fuckin' presale tickets tomorrow
