[ Volunteer or not, Sam's going to have a front row ticket to the show. Steve doesn't have any practice flirting, no. He isn't always smooth. But he is confident, which stems from growing up a scrappy little punk in the boroughs, which means nervousness aside when there's something he wants, he goes for it.
He smiles lopsidedly, glancing over at the counter. Natasha doesn't strike an imposing figure like Riley does, but he has this feeling about her. Like he'd better mind his P's and Q's.
He shakes his head at the apology, and laughs. ]
I'm not sure I'd call it a conspiracy. Don't worry, I used to have a friend like that. He's just looking out for you. [ He smiles wistfully, playing with the edge of his cup. ] N-not that he has any reason to worry.
[ He rubs the back of his neck, breathing another laugh. ]
Yeah, you remember right. And, uh, you said something about getting that drink at another place?
you're on, wilson :>
He smiles lopsidedly, glancing over at the counter. Natasha doesn't strike an imposing figure like Riley does, but he has this feeling about her. Like he'd better mind his P's and Q's.
He shakes his head at the apology, and laughs. ]
I'm not sure I'd call it a conspiracy. Don't worry, I used to have a friend like that. He's just looking out for you. [ He smiles wistfully, playing with the edge of his cup. ] N-not that he has any reason to worry.
[ He rubs the back of his neck, breathing another laugh. ]
Yeah, you remember right. And, uh, you said something about getting that drink at another place?