[ Riley still looks unimpressed as fuck by just how little game Captain America has. At the very least though, Riley gives Steve a considering look before he wanders off to his corner again though up close before he moves away, they can pretty much hear what he's been muttering to his phone - a quiet narration to his phone about what sounds suspiciously like the mating rituals of the samus dweebus and the patriotus steebus.

Sam refuses to look at his best friend - the traitor - and resolutely pretends he's not turning red where he stands. His only real consolation at this point is the fact that Steve's blushing, too. They're just lucky that no one else has come in yet. ]

Oh, is that how we're doing this? Haven't even finished your first drink and already angling for another one. You going to offer up a suggestion for it this time around?

[ Sam's quick to bounce back, now that he knows he's got a chance. He flashes Steve a grin, warm and teasing, inwardly cursing Steve Rogers's eyelashes for being so damned pretty. He pretends to pause and think the proposal over. He's got to make Steve work for this after that brief moment of dejection Sam faced, but he doesn't let him wait too long. ]

Throw in a drink and a pastry, and sure. We might have to do that at a different coffee shop though. [ His eyes flicker over to Riley meaningfully. ]