[ Steve's fought through a lot, but the stony blond in the corner is making him sweat more than any mission ever did. By this point it's obvious he's more than just Sam's coworker, and Steve gets the distinct impression that if he doesn't make this right he's going to be looking for a new coffee shop soon, assuming he doesn't like salt in his coffee.

The change in Sam's demeanor is slight, but enough to make Steve smile shyly and nod, dropping his gaze to his hands when Sam turns back to the foam. He taps the pencil from the spine of his sketchpad, and quickly etches something out. ]

All joking aside, I'm sure it's great. [ He rips the piece of paper from the book and folds it in half when he gets the sense Sam is almost done, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet and pulling out a more than reasonable tip. He slips both into the jar on the counter just as Sam's walking back, casually pushing his pad aside so it doesn't alert suspicion.

When he sees the drawing in the foam he blinks, and then all but softens like butter on warm bread. There's nothing that could wipe the smile off his face now. ] What are you talking about? You clearly have talent.

[ He's almost reluctant to take a sip, but he doesn't photograph his food like Clint does and he isn't about to blow it with Sam again, so he picks it up and sips cautiously. His eyebrows tic, and after licking the foam from his lip he's forced to chuckle. ]

You know, we never discussed a prize for being the first person to change my usual.