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there was no denying how unbelievably attractive sebastian stan was. he was honestly the definition of the perfect man. you were a fan, nothing more, met him a few times, he remembered you, sorta kinda, from how many times you have. you were currently on vacation, deep in the middle of england, which you were not from. london was beautiful and you were grateful you got one of the best hotels in the large city.
you sat in the lobby, waiting for the dining area to become less crowded when a man plopped down beside you on the sofa. he propped on foot on the table and moved his arm to where it was laying against the top of the seat, nearly around her body. you knew that side profile immediately, and he only confirmed your guess when he turned and looked at you.
sebastian stan was staying at the same hotel as you, meaning you get to see him at least 3 times a day, depending on if he planned on eating here. you introduce yourself and he asks if your a fan of his because you seemed familiar, you said yes and a conversation was born, he asked you many things about yourself and you asked him about simple things that the press wouldn't care about but isn't too personal, you ended up going to breakfast together there and talking over the pancakes sitting on your plate. by the time you were both finished you had gotten his number and asked for coffee later that day.
**** "So, do you want to, I dunno, get coffee later today? Or tomorrow if you can't today! Or never if you don't want too, I'm not going to pressure you into saying yes—"
"Calm down Seb, I was going to say yes to today, don't worry"
