[ It's quiet for a while behind him as Sam makes Steve's drink before the blond starts to talk, his voice some starting out hesitant and turning determined and apologetic by the end. It sounds like he's laughing at himself, too, and Sam glances back at him, feeling a touch concerned. Steve won't meet his eyes, his cheeks flushed with pink as he rubs at the back of his neck, and damned if that image doesn't inspire Sam. ]

Well. You know... [ The words come out slowly, as thoughts tumble around in his head wildly. Riley's gone silent in his corner, as if assessing the situation, and Sam's almost afraid that he'll wander over now in an attempt to save Sam from himself, so the rest of his reply comes out in a rush. ]

That sounds pretty fair. [ The words "the next one" make Steve's earlier objection sound a little more promising, so Sam flashes him a small smile. ] Just let me finish up with this foam, and then you can tell me how this tastes, okay?

[ He ends up doing some kind of heart with a smiley face in the middle, and it's not amazing but it's not terrible. Judging from Riley's snort - having seemingly come up to the counter finally - from over his shoulder, Sam suspects he's just a little biased with regard to his own work, but whatever. If Steve laughs, then. Hey, at least he made Captain America laugh, even if it's at the expense of his dignity and the chances of scoring his number. ]

Here you go. [ Carefully, the brings the cup back over to Steve, sliding it closer to him. ] Enjoy.