Chris Evans x reader

Chris POV

I felt a cold rush of wind hit me as I opened the cafe door. Autumn in Boston was amazing, but goddamn I hate this rain. I didn't have an umbrella with me so I was drenched with rainy downpour. Quickly, I held my baby, dodger, close to my chest and ran to the nearest buliding, a quirky yet kinda warm book shop. As we entered ,droplets of rain was thrown onto the floor as dodger quickly got himself dry, much to the old book keepers annoyannce.

I smiled, sympathetically, besides, dodger was just a baby, my baby, he didn't know that his paws were covered in filthy water and that his footsteps had marked the cream carpet into a trail of shit. she just turned her head left to right, judging me.

fucking bitch, I whispered to myself

I looked around at the place, it was covered with wood and had a roaring fireplace for some weird reason.

how come I've never seen this place before? I basically know Boston like the back of my hand. I decided that it must be new, and so i decided to walk around the place.

personally, I'm not much of a reader.I mean, I like harry potter and the lord of the rings, but apart from that, the only book I touched is playboy.

And no, not because of that, but because I gave an interview a while back. Thinking about it, the interviewer was kinda hot but a little to clingy. she started asking me these personal questions and I just answered them cos I just wanted to finish the goddamn interview.

christ, some women u know?

talking about women, how come I've never met THE ONE? like all my past girlfriends were amazing women, and for some reason , the relationship ended due to work, or the long distance, or the gossip or the... well, you get me...

whats a guy gotta do to get a wife around here, hey?

without even realising it, I found myself at the romance section

jeez I hated these books.

Amusingly, I read the titles outloud to dodger:"the maid and the boss, the lucky one, in time, before we met.jeez how cringy r these , dodger?" I asked my buddy, he started barking, making me laugh.

smart boy, I thought.

suddenly, my eyes focused on a book that I heard about countless times before, 50sog.

perfect for shanna , I smiled..

Uncomfortable, I decided to move to another section, sports. ooooh a tom brady biography. I quickly reached for it, eventhough I nearly knew everything about the idol.

god isn't he just perfect?

I stopped dat dreaming and stretched my arms to get the book which was at the highest shelf, how convienant I thought.

I got it and tried to pull it out but suddenly, there was another force from the other side trying to pull it out too.

I let go of the book and it came flying to my side of the shelf and these small steps came flying too, presumably from the stranger from the other side.

I swooped low and got the book, holding the sacred text carefully and gently.

as I bent my knee to reach the floor, I caught a glimpse of the person who was lying on the floor, a tiny, smal frame, barely 5"5.

I helped myself up and prayed to whoever that I didn't accidently push an old lady with a serious heart condition.

I came to the other side, approaching the stranger, who was now getting up.

nice hair, I thought. it was silky black, kinda curly and wavy and covered her face like the girl from the ring, however, it looked much less creepy than that.

she looks kinda cute ,I thought, getting my hopes a bit too hight for my liking.

"fucking hell" I heard her grunt. I laughed a little, I liked her already.