[ Sam doesn't notice what Steve slipped in with his money into the tip jar, but Riley - who's been watching the whole exchange like a hawk - certainly has.
Steve's smile though, all warm and fond and directed right at him, makes Sam feel like he's 16 years old all over again with butterflies in his stomach. He's not sure how he can possibly be this far gone over a guy he's met just 10 minutes ago, but there's likely no going back now.
It's with a touch of anxiety that he watches Steve try his drink, but it seems like he enjoys it well enough, based on his reaction. He grins, finally trying to regain his earlier demeanor before his confidence got shaken. ]
Does that mean that I'm in the running for that prize?
[ Sam wouldn't really call sassing Steve Rogers pushing his luck, but hey, go big or go home, right? ]
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Steve's smile though, all warm and fond and directed right at him, makes Sam feel like he's 16 years old all over again with butterflies in his stomach. He's not sure how he can possibly be this far gone over a guy he's met just 10 minutes ago, but there's likely no going back now.
It's with a touch of anxiety that he watches Steve try his drink, but it seems like he enjoys it well enough, based on his reaction. He grins, finally trying to regain his earlier demeanor before his confidence got shaken. ]
Does that mean that I'm in the running for that prize?
[ Sam wouldn't really call sassing Steve Rogers pushing his luck, but hey, go big or go home, right? ]