Coffee Shop (A Chris Evans x Reader fanfiction)

Life of the Coffee Shop Girl part 8

The next morning Max stops by in front of the coffee shop and finds you in front not knowing if you even feel like going in at all after all that you have been through lately.

"Are you ok, (y/n)?" He asked.

"I'm not sure if I am really up to going in there."

"If there's anything which can make you feel better it's in that coffee shop. You go in." He says reassuring you. "I'll be right behind you."

"I just need a minute." You say as you look up at the coffee shop you worked so hard into managing on your own.

"Okay. You know, (y/n) you look more and more like your mama everyday." He said with a smile.

"I wish I didn't hear it more than just the features, because I really could could use her strength right now." You say to Max looking down and sighing wishing that your mom was with you right now.

"Tough night last night?" He asks.

You nod. "More than you can ever imagine."

"You know? Just because things aren't going the way you've planned, doesn't mean they aren't going the way they should go."

"It's a nice thought, Max, but, you don't know the whole story here."

"Well, you're right, I don't, but maybe, you don't either. After my accident...your mom came to the hospital to see me. She gave me that because I needed it then. Like you need it now. "Don't lose yourself in the temporary. No-one has ever seen.... No-one has ever heard and no-one has ever imagined what God has prepared." He quoted.

"Thank you." You say smiling at him and you go in surprised at what you see is going on in the coffee shop.

"What's going on here?" You say shocked at what's happening around you.

"It's a surprise for you, (y/n), Chris set it up this morning, he had an idea to save your shop and and this is what he put out for you. We thought about celebrating." One of the employees says.

"Celebrating what?"  You ask.

"You." They say.  "You've been here for ten years serving us all and given up so much to do it, (Y/n). We thought you may be wondering if it was worth it. We'll let you decide. I remember my first day working here. I was a complete disaster. Dangerous, really, but, you were eerily calm. Anyone else would have thrown me out on my ear. Especially after the whole fire incident."

You laugh remembering that day.

Everyone got up on stage saying and remembering what it was like to be at the coffee shop and meeting (y/n) for the first time. Max was the first one to come up.

"After my accident, for a long time, I didn't know exactly where I fit in anymore. Then...one day...you invited me here. I will never forget the words you said. You told me that I belong here. Then, you handed me this mug. And with that, I will be eternally grateful."

Chris then walks up on stage. "Um, Hi everyone, my name is Chris Evans, most of you probably heard of me as the famous Captain America, I don't have a list of life altering moments that's happened here like most of you. But, I do have one." He said. "(Y/n), when I first met you, I couldn't take my eyes off of you. It may have been a little creepy but I knew you had to have been someone special, and I don't think I could trust anybody more than you, (y/n) So...here are my words to you. When you found those notes and pages you were stumbling across words I never wrote before. Stumbling in the middle of the story when things are muddy and confusing. I didn't know how to write the end of the story, until today. You, you said I was a fraud. And you were right. I wasn't with you, but, I have been in my work. I used to speak for my soul. And then I began trying to write hits. Write things I thought other people wanted to hear. And you...thought you ought to do the same thing to find love, didn't you? Become something someone wanted you to be? But, (y/n), you're the orginal. That's what drew me to you. You're you. And you care. And that's real all the time. And you taught me all. Anyone of us has to offer what's inside us. That's what I needed to let out. I didn't write the script like this for my new movie to make fun of you, (y/n). I wrote it like this because it's about falling in love with you. I feel in love with you in this place just like everyone else."

"You love me?" You ask him.

"Every stubborn, beautiful, frustrating, and inspiring bit of you. And I am not going to let you lose this coffee shop."

And he was truth in his word. He actually had a solution. A new hit movie.