Destiny & Distance

60°

Premiere Night

—Ahhh, gawd, I'm so excited -I squeal as a make up artist was doing my make up meanwhile Chris was in the same room as me getting ready-

—Are you nervous? -he giggles-

—Kind of

—Is this your first premiere? -the guy that's doing my make up asks-

—My first premiere, first public appearance, first anything that has to do with public. I'm terrified

—It'll be alright -Chris soothes me-

—Listen to Cap -the guy jokes referring to Chris- I'm sure you two will be the bomb couple, plus, I'll leave you looking two times gorgeous than you already are

—Then I'll have to thank you during my whole life -I giggle-

After some people did some changes to Chris' suit, he couldn't stop staring at his phone or moving his leg, showing how anxious he was... If there was something I wanted to do was to lay down with him and tell him everything will be fine, but of course, we have something to do. Minutes went by and both of us were finally ready, it's impressive how much it takes to get ready for one of this events -and the quantity of people needed just for two- the countdown was starting and we needed to get going, Chris was on the verge of a anxiety attack trying to play it as cool as possible but of course, I know him.

—Chris -I get his attention-

—Hm?

I once read online that one of the ways to distract a person with anxiety is to actually distract them from anything they're doing with a different topic and even though I hadn't tried it yet with Chris -or anyone- I was willing to give it a try and see if it works

—The Champions, do you know? -he nods, confused- well, my team got eliminated from it -I pout-

—Barcelona?

—Yeah, I'm so upset about it, I wanted them the win

—Well, babe... -he chuckles- they can't always win

—I know, I know, but they're the best... And I really wanted to celebrate them winning the Champions this year -I whimper jokingly, making him giggle-

—Maybe next year

—I'm grieving

—It's just a game, babe

—Just a game? -I gasp- I'm going to tell you the same when the Red Sox lose and you'll be almost crying

—Hey, hey -he raises both eyebrows- the Red Sox are the Red Sox, okay? Plus, you know how much I love baseball

My plan seemed to be working since he was only focusing on our conversation now

—And you know how much I love football!

—Football? -he furrows his eyebrows- oh, oh, soccer

—I still don't understand why you'd call it soccer when football is the legitimate translation -I shrug-

—Ms & Mr. Evans, the car's here -a random man entered the room to leave right away-

—America, baby -Chris winks, motioning me to grab his hand and walk to the car- don't you think Ms & Mr. Evans sounds great?

—Mhm -I giggle- I do

We hop into the back of the black SUV, Chris seems to be more calm now, his hand rest on my thigh as we take a few selfies together.