After grabbing lunch I notice Tom looking around kinda awkwardly not knowing where to sit. I decide to be the bigger person and wave him over.

"Hello." I smile as he sits.

"Hi." He smiles back. His accent is pretty cute actually.

"Welcome to the Kris/Chris table." Evans says laughing.

"Thank you for inviting me to sit with you."

"No need to thank us. I'm just trying to get as many people addicted to this." I motion to a glass jar full of a pink sauce. "Fry sauce."

"It's addicting. I got addicted the last movie we had together. And homemade isn't as good." Evans says pouring some on his plate.

"What is it?" Tom asks skeptical.

"A home state treasure. It's like mayonnaise and Ketchup basically." I explain dipping my French Fry in it and eating it. I stifle a moan and blush deeply.

"I'll try some." He says pushing his plate closer. I pour some on it and he tries it and covers his mouth shortly after.

"Is that a good face?" I ask Evans.

"I'm not sure..." he laughs hugging me.

"Holy sh*t that's good." Tom says suddenly. I smile happily and eat my food, not talking anymore as I'm done with that today.