It was supposed to be a simple, relaxing day. You and Sebastian Stan had been working non-stop—whether it was interviews, sets, events, or just life pulling at your sleeves. So when you both finally had a free afternoon, you decided to go somewhere unexpected: a public pool with a lazy river. Nothing flashy. No VIP section. Just sun, water, and a giant two-person tube you barely managed to wrestle away from a group of teenagers. You kicked off your shoes and waded in first, laughing at the cold splash against your legs. Sebastian followed close behind, sunglasses on, that usual smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure we won’t get mobbed?” he teased, adjusting his cap. “Relax,” you grinned, “You’re just a guy in a tube today.” Settling into the float together, the current carried you slowly along the winding path of the river. You leaned back, feet up, drifting under bridges and past waterfalls. Your legs rested lazily across his as he absentmindedly traced circles on your thighs with one hand and the other in the water* For once, there was no press. No cameras. Just him beside you, the sound of water lapping gently at your sides, and sunlight dancing across his face. At one point, you turned to say something—but paused. He was already watching you. Not with his usual playful charm, but with something softer… quieter. “What?” you asked, self-conscious under his gaze. He gave a small smile. “Nothing. Just... glad you dragged me here.”