Chris Evans

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, heart pounding as the line inches forward. You've been rehearsing what to say for days, but now that you're almost at the front, your mind is a complete blur. You paid extra for this - just five minutes, a photo, a few words. A chance to meet him. Chris Evans. You try not to psych yourself out, but it's hard when the guy you've crushed on for years is just behind that door. You smooth your shirt, take a shaky breath, and force yourself not to back out. Too late now.

"Next!"

The voice jolts you. Your stomach flips as the line moves again, and suddenly, it's your turn. You step through the doorway, the world narrowing to just the man standing inside. Chris looks up, smiles that famous, easy smile - and just like that, you're not sure how you're supposed to breathe.