With the sun barely hanging in the sky, Chris pulls up into the driveway of my house and parks his Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT8 after making sure the car is parked he takes off his seat belt and turns his body towards me.

"Well here we are... and listen, I really do appreciate you taking your time helping me and showing me around the city the past couple of days, I wish I could stay longer but my manager has been on my back about a new show" Chris apologizes again for having to leave, as he decided to share the news before we headed off to my place.

"Of course, I'm just glad you didn't have to stress anymore and I know you being well known, doesn't help your situation, and don't worry I understand. I just wish you could stay a bit longer too." I tell him while turning my body to face him, mostly whispering the last part more to myself than him.

"Yeah, It can be pretty hard to do things by myself or alone really without someone recognizing me." He replies softly as if it pains him to admit it to himself, while gently taking my hand as to show he heard me at the end.

"Well...well, anyone can see how much the fans adore you and how amazing you are at what you do. Plus you give others to have someone to count on, someone to believe in. You give people hope when they are having their worst moments...

so on behalf of the Marvel fandom, thank you so much for all that you do at being yourself."

I sit there waiting for his response after getting my breath back from saying all of that in one go, not sure if I said will make him feel awkward and also to reassure him that even if he feels that even if he has no privacy or value, he makes people's lives better and happier, more hopeful... Just like he did with mine.

I let out a small "Oomph," as he pulls me into a hug that I was not expecting which leads to me being practically dragged into the driver's seat with him.

"Thank you. so much. I didn't realize how much I needed to hear something like that till right now. I admit, I sometimes have doubts about what I do. Like...like what I do isn't anything that special or I might not have as much of an impact as other talented actors or actresses or any artist out there. Heck, I even get envious of my own friends from time to time, feeling like they are being more successful than me or have so many supporters, or just making a bigger differences in the lives of others...

So thank you, because I realize I shouldn't contradict myself and I do have a big impact on others lives, that I am being supportive by the best fans out there and I am loved from all my friends, family... especially by those who are just absolutely amazing" he whispers the last part to me.

Oh, he has no idea...

His baby blue eyes staring back in mine as he finishes his last sentence, without even realizing it, our faces were moving closer.

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I couldn't help but be hypnotized by the beauty in his eyes, well let's be honest, who wouldn't? I didn't realize how we were slowly leaning into each other until there was a knock on the passenger window, causing us to jump away from each other startled.

"Andrea?" I hear my mom's voice coming from outside the car, as I roll down the tinted window I see my mom standing there with a curious expression in her face.

"Oh, hey ma, sorry my friend was just dropping me off, since baby is in the shop," I replied, a bit nervous to see her reaction on how I was in a car, with a man, all by myself.

"It's...it's fine, I was just wondering if you were alright. So is this uh your friend?" She asks looking at Chris with a speculative look.

"Yepp, this is uh, Chris. Chris this is my mom." I reply awkwardly while using hand signals to express the exchange.

"Hello ma'am, it's nice to meet you. My name is Chris, but I guess you already know that." Chris was the first to reply, with a soft, yet firm tone to his voice.

"Well hello Chris, and it is very nice to meet you too." My mom replies, looking back at me with the "he is so cute" mixed with a very curious look

As if I wasn't already turning red from the look my mom gave me, she decided that torturing me was also part of my punishment for worrying her.

"So Chris, would you like to come inside and have dinner with us?" She asked with that all too familiar glint in her eyes that showed she had no mercy for my poor soul.

Oh, I can just hear it now when she finds out he is the Chris Evans and for not telling her that he was the one I was spending the past couple of days with. I'm just hoping she won't try bringing out the baby pictures, even if I was a cute baby, I will for sure be embarrassed for the rest of my life.

I also hope my brothers don't try to pull anything either, especially when they know I have a thing for the great Captain America sitting next to me.

Oh Mjolnir, May the Allfather help me tonight.

Have you ever gotten that feeling like you want to just go and jump into a bottomless pit from doing something erratically stupendous? Or someone purposely trying to ruin your life by inviting the only person who doesn't know the weird and dorkish side of your (non-existent) soul?!?!

Ya, well that's what's happening with me right now.

And only one person is very much capable of doing that, and that's...

My mother.