you were going about your normal day. you had just finished your morning workout, you got an iced coffee from the coffee shop by your apartment, and before you had to go to work, you decided to go to the bookshop on your way there. no big deal, right? just a normal day. maybe not.

you were in the historical fiction section of the book store, just kind of browsing for a new book because you had finished your last one just yesterday. then, as you turn to the next aisle, you freeze for a second. was that…? no. it couldn’t be. sebastian stan was not just standing in the same bookstore as me. his nose was buried in the inside cover, probably reading what it was about. you stand there like an idiot for a moment, trying to decide what to do.