[ Cut him some slack, Riley. He's been on ice since 1945. Not a lot of game to be had when you're a popsicle.
And yeah, he can joke about that, but don't anybody tell Stark about it.
Steve freezes when he catches that last bit of Riley's narration, and then chokes on a laugh. He's got a good sense of humor, nobody can deny that, but he doesn't want to make Sam uncomfortable again. If he's pretending nothing happened, then so will Steve (even if that new glow in his cheeks is hard to look away from). ]
That's how we're doing this. [ He grins, relieved Sam hasn't turned him down outright. ] I promise, next time I step up to this counter I'll have something better to say.
[ He's going to rehearse, Sam. That's how much you're worth it, especially once Steve's offer is accepted. He breathes a sigh of relief, brightening like a 100-watt bulb. He opens his mouth to quip back, but the bell on the shop's door jingles. Well, another customer was bound to walk in sometime.
Deal. [ He grabs his things, totally oblivious to how he looks like a nervous, grinning schoolboy now. Not that he can help it. ] Thanks, Sam.
[ He hates walking away, but he's not going to get Sam into trouble on his first day on the job. So he takes a table in the corner, and tries not to keep glancing over at him.
Whenever Sam gets around to looking in the tip jar, he'll find that neatly folded piece of paper (and the generous tip). It's a rough doodle of Sam and Steve, Sam smiling with those big soulful eyes, and Steve frowning as egg drips off his face. It's kinda impressive how much detail Steve was able to draw while Sam worked with his drink, even if other parts of the drawing are more raw. Underneath the cartoon are two printed sentences:
I'm an idiot, but if you'll give me another shot meet me when your shift is over? I'll be at one of the tables on your left. ]
wow rude, why do you want to hurt him like that?
And yeah, he can joke about that, but don't anybody tell Stark about it.
Steve freezes when he catches that last bit of Riley's narration, and then chokes on a laugh. He's got a good sense of humor, nobody can deny that, but he doesn't want to make Sam uncomfortable again. If he's pretending nothing happened, then so will Steve (even if that new glow in his cheeks is hard to look away from). ]
That's how we're doing this. [ He grins, relieved Sam hasn't turned him down outright. ] I promise, next time I step up to this counter I'll have something better to say.
[ He's going to rehearse, Sam. That's how much you're worth it, especially once Steve's offer is accepted. He breathes a sigh of relief, brightening like a 100-watt bulb. He opens his mouth to quip back, but the bell on the shop's door jingles. Well, another customer was bound to walk in sometime.
Deal. [ He grabs his things, totally oblivious to how he looks like a nervous, grinning schoolboy now. Not that he can help it. ] Thanks, Sam.
[ He hates walking away, but he's not going to get Sam into trouble on his first day on the job. So he takes a table in the corner, and tries not to keep glancing over at him.
Whenever Sam gets around to looking in the tip jar, he'll find that neatly folded piece of paper (and the generous tip). It's a rough doodle of Sam and Steve, Sam smiling with those big soulful eyes, and Steve frowning as egg drips off his face. It's kinda impressive how much detail Steve was able to draw while Sam worked with his drink, even if other parts of the drawing are more raw. Underneath the cartoon are two printed sentences:
I'm an idiot, but if you'll give me another shot meet me when your shift is over? I'll be at one of the tables on your left. ]