Lost and Found (Part 3)
Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?
Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…
Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Texts are in italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Waking up, you felt strangely…nervous and elated. You had a normal conversation with Sebastian Stan last night…Or was it a dream?
You checked your phone. Nope. Totally real. So was the part about him abruptly leaving. You sighed and got out of bed to shower. Then you began your routine, ready to get back to the office. Once you got there, you had some much needed work to catch up on. You had a board meeting, a quarterly meeting, emails to catch up on.
The entire day you wondered if you should text him but you didn’t want to be one of “those” girls. If he was a normal guy, you would’ve done it with no problem, but this was Sebastian freaking Stan. You couldn’t just text him like you had the right to do so.