You laughed with your best friend quietly, covering your mouth with a hand. As the two of you carried on, two men walked in. You thought nothing of it, until you recognized one.

And almost died.

Your favorite actor, Sebastian Stan, waltzed into the quaint coffee shop, smiling a heart melting smile. You kicked your friend under the table, nodding towards your god (basically). She looked over and gasped, turning to you wide eyed.

"Go talk to him." She whispered. You immediately shook your head. You couldn't overcome your shyness.

"Oh, come on, (Y/N)! When are you going to get this opportunity again?" She said loudly.

"Please be quiet!" You whispered harshly, stealing glances at Sebastian, who was sitting at a table not far from yours.

"You just have to say hi!" She said, her voice getting louder.

"Shut up!" You whispered again, smacking her arm.

"Stop being scared!" Now she was using crazy hand gestures. You groaned and put your face in your hands, covering your reddening cheeks. She laughed loudly at you, and you looked up again, glancing over at Sebastian, who was now looking back at you. You quickly averted your gaze, your face heating up again.

Your friend continued to create a scene, and you decided to put your head on the table, your arms acting like a pillow. You felt like storming out, but you really did want to talk to Sebastian, you just didn't know how to.

There was a small tap on your shoulder, you friend fell silent, and you slowly rose your head to see Sebastian Stan himself standing over you. Your breath was taken away, and you scrambled for words.

"Hi." He whispered.

"Hi." You said back, shutting your mouth. "I'm sorry about my friend." You shot her a glare.

He chuckled, which made your heart flutter. "It's okay." He pulled up a chair, pushing the back of it against a table and sitting backwards on it.

"I can kind of, uh, tell when I need to step in." He expained, using his hands to talk.

"Thanks." You said softly, looking at your figeting hands.

"Hey." He said, causing you to look up at him, "Why are you nervous? There's no reason. It's okay."

"You're my role model." You said. "I want to talk to you. I just don't know how."

"That's okay. I'm a bit of a human disaster myself." He shrugged, making you laugh a bit. His friend called for them to leave, and he turned back to you quickly.

"Let me see your phone. Please." He said, adding the 'please' at the end. You handed it over, and he turned the camera on, posing for a picture with you, then clicking away on it.

"See you later (Y/N)!" He waved as as walked out. You waved back, smiling profusely.

When you glanced at your phone, your heart stopped.

Seb.Stan! Was now a contact, with the picture he just took as the profile picture.

Sebastian Freaking Stan just gave you his phone number.

Part two?