[ That nervous, grinning schoolboy look is actually really attractive on Steve, and Sam takes a moment to stare after him before Riley clears his throat behind him so they can start serving customers.
Sure enough, as if to make up for the time where Steve had been their only customer, they suddenly get slammed with the morning rush of people, all seemingly late and in a rush to get where they need to go. He hopes that Steve will stick around long enough until Sam can go on break or - even better - off shift, but Sam knows the blond has better things to do with his time. He can't really see the table in the corner that Steve has claimed as his own, so he has no idea if the other man has up and left already.
Eventually, things do wind down, and they've earned a fair amount in their tip jar. Sam's not all that interested in the bills crammed in there for once though. Once there are no more customers to serve for the time being, Riley takes over at the counter so that Sam can fish out the paper Steve had tucked into the jar.
The little doodle of him is actually pretty good, and the note underneath makes him smile widely and glance over frantically to Steve's table though he has to twist a bit to manage it. Surprisingly enough, Steve's still there.
Even more surprising though is Natasha walking in the door, about half an hour too early for her shift. Startled, Sam turns to Riley, eyebrows raised, which his best friend just answers with a shit-eating grin. Apparently, narrating Sam's pathetic attempts at wooing Steve wasn't the only thing he'd been doing with his cellphone earlier. ]
I hate to say it, but I owe you guys, [ Sam mutters to the both of them once Nat's behind the counter with them, and both just wave him off, looking amused. Nat demands details of their little date once it's over, but Riley just snorts and wishes him luck.
Considering how things had gone down earlier, he'll need it.
He finishes up in the back as quickly as he can and soon heads over to Steve's table, hoping he doesn't look as nervous as he feels. ]
because he wants you to up the ante, steve, come on
Sure enough, as if to make up for the time where Steve had been their only customer, they suddenly get slammed with the morning rush of people, all seemingly late and in a rush to get where they need to go. He hopes that Steve will stick around long enough until Sam can go on break or - even better - off shift, but Sam knows the blond has better things to do with his time. He can't really see the table in the corner that Steve has claimed as his own, so he has no idea if the other man has up and left already.
Eventually, things do wind down, and they've earned a fair amount in their tip jar. Sam's not all that interested in the bills crammed in there for once though. Once there are no more customers to serve for the time being, Riley takes over at the counter so that Sam can fish out the paper Steve had tucked into the jar.
The little doodle of him is actually pretty good, and the note underneath makes him smile widely and glance over frantically to Steve's table though he has to twist a bit to manage it. Surprisingly enough, Steve's still there.
Even more surprising though is Natasha walking in the door, about half an hour too early for her shift. Startled, Sam turns to Riley, eyebrows raised, which his best friend just answers with a shit-eating grin. Apparently, narrating Sam's pathetic attempts at wooing Steve wasn't the only thing he'd been doing with his cellphone earlier. ]
I hate to say it, but I owe you guys, [ Sam mutters to the both of them once Nat's behind the counter with them, and both just wave him off, looking amused. Nat demands details of their little date once it's over, but Riley just snorts and wishes him luck.
Considering how things had gone down earlier, he'll need it.
He finishes up in the back as quickly as he can and soon heads over to Steve's table, hoping he doesn't look as nervous as he feels. ]
So, uh. Sorry if that took longer than expected.