Sebastian Stan and His Character Imagines

Coffee// Chris Beck

Warning: This is TRASH.

When you have been offered to help bring coffee, and water and whatever the Ares 3 crew needed during the press conference the space nerd in you quickly accepted. So here you were, running on two hours of sleep, carrying a drink carrier of water and tea and coffee. You groaned and turned the corner. A loud gasp left your lips as you realized that a coffee was now spilled across a man's chest. You set the carrier down, and then noticed who exactly you had spilled the drink on. Chris Beck. Your eyes widen. He looked at you, equally shocked. "Shit, uhm. Wait here please." You ordered and ran to grab paper towels. He nodded and stood in place. You rushed back, tears in your eyes. Not only had you embarrassed yourself in front of a very very attractive man, but you always were going to lose your job. He wiped a tear off of your cheek and you looked at him confused. "Why are you crying?" He asks softly.
"I'm going to lose my job." You mumble and clean up the coffee. "I'm sorry Mr. Beck." He chuckles.
"Chris. Call me Chris, and you aren't losing your job." He leaves and you sigh. This time as you hand out the water and coffee, your boss notices that Chris doesn't have a coffee and his shirt is stained. "Miss L/N here. Now." You nod and walk to the side of the state. Chris watched as your boss scolds you. He couldn't stand seeing the evident sadness on your face. He stands and walks to your boss. "Hey, don't yell at her. It was me, she handed me my coffee earlier before I got on stage and I clumsily dropped it on my way back." He rubs your shoulders. The boss apologizes and you look at Chris. "Uh why did you do that?" You were filled with confusion. He shrugs and a goofy smile comes across his face.
"I didn't want you getting fired, you seemed upset, and I kind of think that you are pretty." He says quickly. Heat forms in your cheek.
"Only kind of?" You say playfully. Chris laughs and looks back to the panel. He draws a sharpie from his back pocket.
"Put your number on my wrist." He hands you the permanent marker and smiles.
"This isn't going to come off for a while." You state as you neatly place your name and number.
"Good. I would be alright to see Y/N every morning when I wake up." His cheeks turn red. "I mean like the name on my wrist! Not like in my bed or anything. I'm not a creep." A small laughs pushes past your lips.
"Alright. You should get back, shoot me a text later or something." You say as you turn on your heel, handing him back his sharpie.
Chris smiles and heads back to the conference stage. You couldn't help but gleam as you bounced backstage with a happy feeling glittering inside of your heart.