How would you feel? (if I told you I loved you) ((english version))

'Cause I'm so into u

AN : english is not my native language, but enjoy! ;)

4:30 AM. The sound of her alarm blaring wakes her up. A yawn escapes her and as she brings one hand to her face to rub the sleep off of her eyes, the second flies directly to her phone, in an attempt at stopping the shrieking voice of a famous 90's singer. Great. She stands off her bed and stretches before putting on a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater. That'll do it. Without paying attention to the world around her, she makes a beeline to the door of her dorm room and efficiently ties her running shoes. As she steps outside, the freezing wind of Boston makes its way through her body, making her shivers. Putting her headphones on, she starts her daily run around the dark grounds of Harvard, her feet following the same path she took the first time she arrived here. She arrived on American ground five years ago when she received an offer to enroll in a student exchange between Paris and Boston with the opportunity of realizing her dream. Becoming a cardiac surgeon. And here she is, five years later enrolled in one of the most prestigious med school program. She runs her daily 3 miles, her muscles aching in the best way. 6:30 AM, the sun is up on the sky and she decides to break her routine and stops by the coffee shop outside of her college to grab a good breakfast. Today is special because after five years of intense studying, she is going to start her first day at an intern at the Massachusetts General Hospital. Today, all her dreams were becoming true. "Everything is possible my dear, all it takes is to keep believing in your dreams". That was what her mother told her after she received her admission letter. She takes a seat at a booth and waits for a waitress to take her order. A gallon of black coffee and a plate of pancakes. Today is a great day. She busies herself with her phone as she waits, only raising her head when the bell above the door rings announcing a new customer. While she is mentally checking every single thing she has to bring with her at the hospital off her list, a second cup of coffee makes its way in front of her. Strange... She hasn't ordered anything... Throwing a quizzical look at the waitress, the young girl only responds by pointing a finger at a man sitting on a stool, his eyes focus on the beverage he is nursing. What surprises her the most is the way this man is clothed. All black clothes, fitting his bulk, a patriot baseball cap and a pair of aviator sunglasses laying besides his drink, dressed like he doesn't want to bring the attention. He hasn't glanced once toward her even if it looks like he bought her coffee... Creepy. She snaps out of her starring, thanking the waitress and assembling her belongings. This stranger is going to make her late and she cannot afford to be late. Not today. Downing the god sent beverage, she stands and makes her way out of the coffee shop. Wait. Backtracking, she approaches the counter where her stranger is sitting and murmurs a quiet "thanks" before running for the hills. Wow. She never has been that bold before.

At 7:30 AM, Chris awakes to the chirping of the birds and the first rays of sunshine making their ways through his curtains. The dead weight of Dodger at the foot of the bed squirms as the dog opens his eyes too. It's Monday, the start of a new week. Even if right now, each day passing looks like the day before. With no contract in view, Chris is bored. So bored that he decides to brave his hesitation of going out in broad day light. As he walks, following the sidewalks, he looks around and lets his gaze wandered over the familiar environment of Boston. Everything here reminds him of his childhood, his family, his friends... Everything reminds him of a time when he wasn't "Chris Evans". He never regretted becoming an actor and he surely wasn't regretted his years as Captain America. But sometimes the fame was overwhelming and at this thought, he sinks his baseball cap a little further on his head. Just at the corner of Harvard College, he decides to stop on the little coffee shop just to appreciate a cup of coffee like everybody else. Because in the end, he's not so different than others. He enters the shop et takes a sit at the bar, waiting for a barista to take his order. He is a simple guy, coffee, black. That's all. Pulling off his sunglasses and cap, he indulges himself a glance around the place. The coffee shop is mostly empty, only two or three customers sitting at booths. He lets his piercing eyes take in every details of the calm Bostonian morning, looking at every customers without paying much attention. But something, someone catches his eye. A young woman, at the age of maybe twenty five is sitting all by herself on the red couch of a booth, nursing an extra large cup of coffee, her hazelnut eyes trained on the screen of her phone with her right hand holding it and the left one tapping the rhythm of the music streaming through her headphones. She looks so engrossed on what she is doing, lips pursed and knit brows even with her messy brown hair falling of her bun. She is kind of cute. Without second thought, he orders a second cup of coffee, telling the waitress to bring it to the young brunette. He's not the kind of guy that do things on impulse but the woman just triggered this reaction out of him. Strange. Training his eyes back to his own cup in hope of not being caught staring like a creep, he thinks about the last time he has do something similar. Well, a long time ago... Way to go Chris. He hears the ring of the doorbell and watches in dismay his stranger walking out. And now he regrets not doing anything to at least engage a conversation with her, but his insecurities come back stronger than ever, reminding him that talking to perfect strangers in a coffee shop when you're "The" Chris Evans isn't that easy. What if the woman had recognized him? What if the press shows up? He isn't the kind of guy that drag a poor innocent in the hot mess that is his life. No way. So when a soft voice echoes next to him he is so surprise to discover that his stranger has come back to thanks him. She disappears in the crowded street as soon as the words leave her mouth. It feels like a dream, surreal. Maybe he just makes up the whole interaction. Shit. He is a goner.