You sit at your usual table by the window, nursing a steaming cup of coffee, doodling in your notebook — minding your own peaceful business.

That's when the bell above the café door jingles... And in walks Sebastian Stan.

Yes. The Sebastian Stan. (You nearly drop your coffee like a clumsy Disney character.)

He’s wearing a dark hoodie, jeans, cap low over his forehead — lowkey but not lowkey enough to be invisible.

He steps up to the counter but his eyes... His eyes keep flickering toward you. (You’re internally SCREAMING but trying to look cool like "oh wow the ceiling is soooo interesting right now.")

He gets his order — a black coffee (of course) — but instead of leaving... He glances at you again, then makes his move.

Sebastian (smirking slightly, voice low and playful): "Is this seat taken? Or are you saving it for someone cooler?"

You blink up at him, wide-eyed.

You (choking slightly on your coffee): "Uh... yeah, no — I mean yes — no — I mean, it's free!" (You mentally facepalm. Smooth.)

He chuckles, the warm kind of laugh that feels like sunshine through your freaking soul.

Sebastian (grinning): "Glad to hear it. Mind if I sit?"

You nod so fast you almost get whiplash. He slides into the seat across from you, setting his coffee down.

Sebastian (smirking again, teasing): "So...what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? Besides breaking hearts by accident, obviously."

You: [visibly malfunctioning] "Well, uh, not expecting to be noticed by a Marvel superhero, that's for sure."

He laughs again, leaning in slightly — like he's genuinely interested. (You swear time stops. The universe pauses. A bird hits the window outside but it's fine.)