Twenty-Four ~ Chris Evans X Reader

Chapter 2 ~ Dinner and a Dress

I narrow my eyes as I sit at the bar watching him cook. He was up to something but I didn't know what it was. He had never wanted me to go to a premier so bad with him before so I wanted to know what was up.

"Sebastian," I say tapping my fingers one by one on the countertop.

"Oh shit what did I do?" He says as he turns toward me a smirk covering his lips.

"I don't know; what are you planning?" I say as I stop thrumming my fingers on the bar and lean forward with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" He says mimicking my look.

"You, offering to buy me a dress, offering to not only buy dinner but cook as well," I pause as I look over at the omelets cooking in the skillet making my stomach growl and my mouth water. Shaking my head I quickly turn back to him and continue, "What do you get out of it?"

"I am appaled that you would even think-"

"Seb,"

"Alright," He says flipping the omelet to keep it from burning. "You haven't been out, really, since you broke up with what's his name,"

"Zeke,"

"Yeah him," Sebastian says shaking his head at me before he continues, "I figured you could use a night out with friends and a good movie."

"How do you know the movie is gonna be good?"

"Uh because I'm in it?" He says making me chuckle.

"Oh please; let me remind you of a couple movies you were in that sucked,"

"Please don't," He says shaking his head. "Or I'll start naming yours."

"Touché Mr. Stan," I say nodding at him.

"You ready?" He asks as he moves the skillet over to a nearby plate to slide the omelet into it.

"Uh yeah? What kind of question is that? I love your omelets." I say bouncing up and down in my seat.

"What are you gonna do when I get married?" He asks a smirk covering his lips.

"Um I'm gonna move in with you and your wife so I can have omelets whenever I want." I say as I stand up and walking over to the fridge, pull out two beers.

"What if you don't like who I marry?" He asks placing the plates on the bar.

"Oh that's a tuff one," I say as I walk back over to the bar and set the bottles down continue, "Then I guess I'll just have to endure; because there is no way I'm letting these go." I point down at the omelets and he laughs.

"You'd live with someone you hate for my omelets?" He asks chuckling.

"Oh yeah," I say nodding. "Because these are like a gift from god." He shakes his head at me before he reaches into the silver wear drawer and grabbing two forks hands me one. Laughing and talking about randomness we eat our omelets then after washing the dishes we walk into the living room and as he plops down on the couch I say, "What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Anything, although I might fall asleep watching it." He says letting out a loud yawn.

"If you're that tired why don't you go home and pass out?"

"Don't wanna," He says nestling down into the comfort of your couch.

"I swear you live here more than you live in your own apartment." I say as I grab the remote and plop down beside him.

"I told you I like the view better than mine," He says as he moves to lay his head in my lap.

"Uh huh, whatever Stan," I say as I start flipping through channels. As I search I suddenly become aware that he has fallen asleep and I shake my head at him. I gently move some stray strands of hair from his face and turn my attention back to the TV. Flipping though channels once more I unconsciously stop on one and my heart clenches. There on the TV was a guy I thought I had loved but I couldn't be with. He probably still hated me and it was all over a miscommunication. Gulping down a breath of air I go to change the channel but find that my heart won't let me. I just wanted to look at him for a little longer.