Chris Evans: The Collection (Imagines and Short Stories)

25 Days of CHRISmas Challenge (Day 2): Time Heals

On the second day of Christmas Katarwyn brings to you: : An imagine and short story where Chris gets relationship advice from one of his ex from years ago when your romantic relationship is feeling tumultuous lately. 

This imagine uses the abbreviations of Y/P and Y/R/S
Y/P: Your pronouns 
Y/R/S: Your relationship status 
Also N/o/Y and (Y/Qs)
N/o/Y: Number of  Years
Y/Qs: Your qualities

"Long night?" the barista taking Chris's order asks. 
He sighs, "Sort of." It's not only hangovers that cause punches of pain in his temple. Except each time his brain seems to hit hard against his skull, the pang of last night's arguments comes swirling back around like mixing bitter coffee and shitty alcohol with a spoon. Was last night the end of it all? Would he spend every night on the couch from now on until (Y/P) say the words? He tries to lace his words and drooping eyes with enthusiasm,"Nothing a nice coffee from here can't fix."

"I'll comp an extra shot, Chris," she smiles and starts writing on a winter-themed cup. "We'll call your order from that second counter."

Chris grins, digging through his wallet and retrieves a few dollars. He drops them into the tip jar with the flick of his wrist.

"Thank you too," she says in the most corporate voice-- slightly surprised. 
Must be the fame rather than the genuine bags under my eyes, he internally rolls his eyes since it's the daily struggles of being an actor. Shit! He starts thinking of you all over again. Even when you both first started dating, you never made him question if you were with him because of the fame and fortune. He meant far more to you than those things combined. Although those feelings are not being shared and remembered as of late. 

His ponder is broken momentarily, when scanning the cafe's perimeter for a corner table where he would be alone with his thoughts, his stare falls upon a familiar fringe and face who's second in line. 

"Sorry!" Chris exclaims and quickly transitions to asking, "Greta?"
She nods and extends her arms outward for a hug, "Christopher. Still as handsome as ever."

"You look great too," he tells her and goes into her embrace. "How long has it been?"

"Ten years. Want to catch up?" She asks as they break apart. "Unless you're meeting someone?"

"Nope!" he shakes his head. "My (Y/R/S) is at home."

"Wonderful!" Greta exclaims.  have to order, but go find us a spot."

He goes searching again, but he's giving himself an ass kicking. Oh great! How's seeing and talking to your ex gonna help the issues with (Y/N)! (Y/P) is/are going to kill me. Just find a spot and drink your coffee as quickly as possible.
Finally there is a perfect spot that comes into view: in the corner by the window. He goes for it like someone in soccer going for the ball. He sits and his gaze darts about for Greta. 

"My peppermint tea and your latte just the way you like," Greta gives Chris his drink.

He tells her, "Thank you. Sorry, I must have not heard them call my order."

"No problem," she takes her seat. "I dated you long enough to know the way you like it."

"Well, I appreciate it," Chris then raises an eyebrow. "You drink tea now? You used to drink like six cups of coffee when we were together."

She sighs, "I've always liked peppermint, but also technically I'm limited to twelve ounces a day but...my fiancé is pretty strict about this whole pregnancy diet and he's doing it with me so no coffee."

"Wait!" Chris is giddy in between sips. "Fiancè?! Pregnancy diet? Are you trying or..."

"Twenty weeks," she stands and pulls the fabric of her sweater towards her midriff, revealing a tiny but noticeable bump.