It was early afternoon, and you were walking down a slightly crowded sidewalk. You were just trying to get home, earbuds in, and your mind completely elsewhere. So much so that you weren't really looking ahead of you. And before you knew it, suddenly...

You collided with someone's chest... It was solid, and warm-clearly a man's clothed chest.

But before you could even get a word in, the man was already looking down at you... And apologizing.

"Shit!-sorry, are you okay??" His tone was concerned, but warm.

Your eyes widened just a little, and that's when you glanced up.

Blue eyes.

Soft scruff.

That voice you've heard in countless movies, shows, and interviews but never imagined you'd hear in real life.

Sebastian Stan

For a second, you were completely frozen, like a deer in headlights. The world narrowed to only the gentle, but steady touch on your arm. His hand was warm, the contact light, but enough to send a tidal wave of goosebumps across the skin of your arms.

"I- uh, didn't mean to knock you off your path." He spoke with that iconic crooked half-smile that makes your stomach flip like you've just stepped off the curb.

"A-and I didn't mean to bump into the man who plays Bucky Barnes..." You let out a light huff of a chuckle and immediately cringe at yourself.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head gently. "No, I should've been watching where I was going. It was my fault." His eyes hold yours for a moment longer as his expression softened.

Of course the man was apologizing and taking blame for something that wasn't even his fault. Jesus, was he living up to his reputation. Sweet, kind, anxious, and humble. Then he spoke up once more.

"So... where were you headed anyway?" He asked softly, his icy-blue eyes baring into yours. His gaze was soft, but a bit intense. Not too much though, just enough to give you butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

"Oh-just walking home." You say, your tone a little too casual to hide the fact that you're still processing that this was actually happening. That the man was standing in front of you. Talking to you. Asking about you. All on a random day, in the area that you stayed in.

Sebastian glances at the street ahead, then back to you. "Mind if I walk with you? Promise I'm not some random guy-well, I am random, but hopefully not creepy." He let out a tiny little chuckle, looking down at you softly. And still, he had kept his hand on your arm. Not gripping, just lightly resting there. Allowing you to pull away if you wanted, but also letting you keep it there if you wanted instead.

Despite yourself, you let out a soft chuckle before nodding and letting out a weak 'yes'. Somewhere along the way, your guys' steps slow and the conversation speed picked up. At first, the two of you talked about small things-how unpredictable the sidewalks and streets were, the fact you both go to Starbucks on occasion. Then he pointed out a Starbucks, and before you could answer, you both headed inside.

The two of you leaned against the counter as you waited for the barista to come back with your drinks. While you waited the two of you talked, laughed, and continued the conversation.

After getting your drinks, the two of you sit by the window, continuing to talk for a while. Though all too soon, the two of you head out once more.

Sadly, before you knew it, you both were standing outside your home. And funnily enough, neither of you were ready for the moment to end.

"Hey... this might be weird, but would you maybe want to get dinner soon?" Sebastian asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your pulse fluttered. You knew Sebastian had been in a relationship with Annabelle Wallis for three years, but maybe this was just a friendly meal. Nothing more. Right?

"Yeah, I'd like that." You replied, your smile soft but a bit anxious.

He grinned and pulled out his phone. The two of you exchanged numbers, fingers brushing just enough to make your pulse flutter. Again.

"Guess I'll see you soon then." He concluded with a soft smile before walking away.