Marissa was pretty sure the universe was on her side. Deciding that she needed some Tim Hortons after a long night of starting Peaky Blinders. She had tried to get Cleo up to go with her, but the girl had met a guy at the last panel of thr day and had asked Marissa if she could go get a drink with him. The girl didn't mind, let her friend go out for the night and stayed in the hotel room to fall in love with Thomas Shelby.

It may have been a little extra to rent a hotel room even if they lived in Vancouver, Marissa and Cleo enjoyed feeling like they were actually on vacation when they were. Plus, it was a really nice hotel.

Still, that didn't stop Marissa from heading out of her room without her bra, still in her hole-filled Spongebob pyjama pants, and baggy sweater barely pulled over her half out braids. Her feet were simply shoved into her shoes, not ever properly on as she walked towards the elevator, wallet and phone in hand.

And, as much as she looked like shit, she was happy when the elevator doors opened and Jensen Ackles was leaning against the wall, looking tired as hell. Though, he still looked a lot better than Marissa, actually dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a shirt, sports jacket pulled over top.

The corner of his lips twitched as she stepped into the lift, glancing at the buttons and noticing the lobby was already lit up. "Morning," his voice was gruff from sleep, and Marissa realized his hair was still sleep mussed. All in all, he was fricken adorable. He seemed to shift his weight from foot to foot as Marissa realized she was staring. With a blush on her face, she looked at her hands and the chipped red nail polish on her fingernails. "You going to breakfast downstairs?"

Marissa looked at him, noticed those stark green eyes on her, and felt herself shaking her head. "I was going to walk to the nearest Timmies because I need my daily dose."

Jensen nodded, the two standing in silence as the elevator made its way down to the lobby. It was a slightly awkward silence, Marissa realizing that Jensen wanted to say something. The girl watched the floor numbers count down, trying not to look at the man that was leaning against the wall across from her. When the numbers hit three, he finally spoke, "Mind if I join you?"

Marissa turned to him so fast, she's pretty sure she gave herself whiplash. She was met by him awkwardly scratching his neck. Marissa wouldn't mind the company, so she shrugged and with a smile on her face, said, "Sure, I wouldn't mind the company."

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"... so Kathryn and I looked at Andrew, then each other, and then both simultaneously pointed at Jared, who actually had nothing to do with it," Marissa burst into laughter, throwing her head back as she laughed at the funny set story. As much as she felt bad for Jared and having the whole thing blamed on it, it was still too funny to pass up laughing at him. Across from her, at the two person table they were able to snag, Jensen was chuckling, dazzling smile on his face as he reminisced.

Once Marissa had calmed down a little bit, she took a sip of her French Vanilla flavoured coffee, before reaching forward and stealing a potato wedge from Jensen. He looked offended as she ate it, making the girl smirk at him. He went to say something, but his phone ringing on the table interrupted. Marissa blinked and then snorted at the contact picture for Jared before Jensen was picking up, answering with a 'ello.

She tried not to really listen into the conversation, keeping herself distracted by drinking her coffee and stealing Jensen's potato wedges. He gave her a threatening look, one that she responded to with an amused look on her face. Though, reaching for another one only got her hand slapped away, Marissa yelping out a Jensen! that made the older man laugh.

"No, no, I'm with Marissa," Jensen told Jared. There was a pause, Jared obviously answering back. "Yeah, it is the girl we've kept on running into. We went and got coffee at Tim Hortons." Another pause, Jensen running a hand down his face as he leant forward and grabbed a potato wedge, biting into it. "I've been working my way up, sharing all the stories that embarrass you to make myself look good."

Marissa leant back in her chair, coffee clutched to her chest. She looked around the Tim Hortons, which was still pretty hectic due to all the people coming to get their caffeine before heading to work. A couple girls were holding up phones and obviously trying to snap pictures of Jensen. Marissa remembered hearing somewhere that both boys didn't really like that, so she waved them over, but then motioned to the man talking on the phone and tried to convey a one moment message.

They seemed to get it, because they all waited patiently until Jensen was off the phone with Jared to get up and make their way over. Marissa watched how the man interacted with the fans, staying pleasant and nice, even when one of the fans made a side comment about Destial. Which, the more Marissa looked at the man for his reaction, the more she realized he didn't like. Which, she got. Jensen didn't want to be shipped with one of his best friends and it could probably make the two of them awkward.

When the fans left with a thank you and we love you, Jensen leant back with a tired expression on his face. Marissa leant forward over the table again and pushed Jensen's coffee cup towards him, with a soft smile on her face. Jensen picked up the coffee, took a sip, before balancing it in his hand. He played with the edge of the lid for a second, before he was putting his phone down on the table after tapping at it for a second. Then, almost shyly, he slid it over to her.

It was opened on a new contact. Marissa blinked at it, frozen. Jensen wanted her number. Jensen wanted her number.

"Are- are you sure?" Marissa asked, nervously tucking her hands into her sweater to cover up the shaking in her hands. Jensen smiled at her, shrugging.

"You're nice to talk to and I wasn't lying when I said you were cute," Marissa almost fainted. Jensen, the person she thought was the synonym for perfect, was asking for her number. And it seemed not in a platonic sense. Marissa couldn't help herself and grabbed a fingertip full of skin, pinching herself.

Well, this definitely wasn't a dream.

Marissa picked up the phone and inputted her number, before sending a quick text to herself. When her phone chimed, she passed Jensen's back to him.

They sat for another half hour, just talking and laughing with each other, before Jensen got a text for the exclusive Gold panel that he was going to be late for. They walked back together, still talking, until Jensen had to get into the car that took him to the venue.

Marissa felt like she was walking on a high as she made her way back up to her room. Once inside, she flopped on her bed in a daze. Cleo, who looked hungover as fuck, walked put of the bathroom, hair wet as Marissa let out a whimsical sigh.

"What's got you acting like that?" Cleo asked as she checked her hair in the mirror. The dye looked like it was fading, and a pout came onto her face when she made that realization too.

"I just got Jensen Ackles' number."

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