𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩 » chris evans [✓]

𝐢𝐢𝐢.

Chris didn't consider himself a religious guy. But the mere fact he now held in his arms the woman who'd been on his mind just a few hours prior felt like the very definition of divine intervention. And if he was being honest with himself, her profile picture didn't begin to do her justice. She was breathtaking to say the least, especially up close.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't even looking where I was going," Faith uttered, her hands coming to rest on his chest. "But I'm gonna be honest, you're the last person in the world I expected to see today."

Once she'd firmly regained her balance, Chris let her go, his fingertips just barely brushing against the curve of her hip. "Would you think it's crazy if I said it's the same for me?"

"A little bit, yeah." Faith replied with a chuckle, sweeping some of her locs over her shoulder. "I entered the contest you're doing with Omaze and I just saw an email yesterday that I made it into the top three finalists? I legit don't understand how that happened, but I'm not complaining."

Chris chuckled, readjusting his Red Sox snapback. "I've done a couple of charity auctions with them before, and the rules are different depending on what it is. But like I tweeted you before, never say never."

She placed a hand over her chest, looking outdone by his words. Chris thought it was absolutely adorable that she was so flustered by him; he'd met fans before of course, so he was accustomed to the looks of awe. But something about Faith—he wasn't sure what just yet—set her apart from the average fans he crossed paths with. "Are you only here for a tour or are you sticking around for the game?"

"I've got front row tickets," He answered, gesturing his head towards his friend Max. "I'm sure you already know Max as one of the radio announcers."

"Very well, actually." She said, giving Max a little wave.

"It just so happens that it's my first Cs game, though." Chris continued, shrugging his shoulders somewhat bashfully.

She gasped dramatically. "You?  I'm having a hard time believing that one. Are you sure you're actually Chris Evans and not an impostor?"

Chris threw his head back and laughed. This was definitely out of the ordinary for him when it came to fan interactions—but to be honest, he liked it. He liked how casual it was, like he and Faith were old friends from high school catching up and not two people who'd just met five minutes ago. "I know, I know. It sounds insane from the guy who ate, slept, and breathed the Patriots and Red Sox as a kid. But I guess out of those three major sports, basketball interested me the least."

"Okay, you get a pass for now. I won't revoke your Boston fan card just yet."

"Oh, you're in charge of that, are you?" He said with a raise of his eyebrows, tone light, almost teasing. "Didn't realize that was a thing."

"It just became a thing like, two seconds ago," Faith couldn't help but giggle at her own antics the minute the words had left her mouth—and Chris couldn't help but to join her, a flurry of warmth zipping through his stomach.

Were those...butterflies? Was he really being all blushy and giggly over this woman? It wasn't like he hadn't been in the presence of a beautiful lady before.

But suddenly there it was again: Chris finding something about Faith that made her stand out. And not in a cliche way, either. Whatever it was, he had the feeling that whether or not she won the contest he'd want to spend time with her. Not that he'd voice it out loud. "Look, I don't wanna hold you up, I know you've got a lot to write about tonight."

She nodded and glanced at her watch. "I do, actually. But I hope you enjoy your first Cs game! It's going to be so much fun, I swear."

"I'm holding you to that." He said with a wink, making her cheeks flush a bit.