[ 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. ]
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because he wants you to up the ante, steve, come on
[ 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. ]
So, uh. Sorry if that took longer than expected.
oh is that how it is? this little birdie's gotten bold!
[ Steve stays faithfully, until the last customer leaves. On days when he doesn't have training or a mission he usually spends his time in coffee shops anyway, sketching or writing or just people-watching. He hasn't exactly found a hobby outside of work yet, so there's nothing pushing him out the door.
But he does get nervous after a while. His leg bounces gently under the table, partly from the caffeine and partly from anxiety. He thinks about getting up for a refill after he finishes his latte, but they're so busy up there he doesn't want to add to it. And maybe Sam saw the note, and thought it was lame. Man, he really does have to work on his flirting skills.
He's just about talked himself out of anything happening when he sees Sam lean over the counter out of the corner of his eye, and feels a little rush of excitement. He's smiling. That can't be all bad, right? So he settles back into his seat, a little bolstered, and waits. ]
No! No, it's OK. [ He straightens up in his seat, smiles, smooths his palms down the knees of his slacks, gets up, rubs the back of his neck -- yeah, Sam doesn't have to worry about looking too nervous. Steve debates pulling out a chair for him, but he's not sure if that's the way things are done anymore. ] You looked pretty busy up there, and I wasn't sure you'd want to join me.
[ If Sam were aware of Steve's thoughts, he'd probably volunteer himself as a willing partner for Steve to practice his flirting skill on. As it is, he smiles, sliding into the seat across from Steve and more than willing to pick up where they'd started (though hopefully with less embarrassment on both sides now).
Laughing, he shakes his head in agreement. ]
Yeah. I don't know about you, but I think there's some kind of conspiracy going on. [ He glances back over his shoulder at the counter where Natasha grins knowingly and wiggles her fingers at them in a wave. Turning back to Steve, his expression turns a little apologetic. ]
Sorry if Riley made you feel uncomfortable earlier. He can be a jerk sometimes, but he's actually my best bud, though Nat comes close, too.
[ He flounders a little for what else to say, flushing a little when he realizes he's still got his apron on. ] Uh. So. I think I remember something about a drink and a pastry being mentioned?
[ 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?
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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. ]
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.
oh is that how it is? this little birdie's gotten bold!
But he does get nervous after a while. His leg bounces gently under the table, partly from the caffeine and partly from anxiety. He thinks about getting up for a refill after he finishes his latte, but they're so busy up there he doesn't want to add to it. And maybe Sam saw the note, and thought it was lame. Man, he really does have to work on his flirting skills.
He's just about talked himself out of anything happening when he sees Sam lean over the counter out of the corner of his eye, and feels a little rush of excitement. He's smiling. That can't be all bad, right? So he settles back into his seat, a little bolstered, and waits. ]
No! No, it's OK. [ He straightens up in his seat, smiles, smooths his palms down the knees of his slacks, gets up, rubs the back of his neck -- yeah, Sam doesn't have to worry about looking too nervous. Steve debates pulling out a chair for him, but he's not sure if that's the way things are done anymore. ] You looked pretty busy up there, and I wasn't sure you'd want to join me.
Uh, did you want to sit? Are you on break?
come and get him, steve /bats eyelashes at
Laughing, he shakes his head in agreement. ]
Yeah. I don't know about you, but I think there's some kind of conspiracy going on. [ He glances back over his shoulder at the counter where Natasha grins knowingly and wiggles her fingers at them in a wave. Turning back to Steve, his expression turns a little apologetic. ]
Sorry if Riley made you feel uncomfortable earlier. He can be a jerk sometimes, but he's actually my best bud, though Nat comes close, too.
[ He flounders a little for what else to say, flushing a little when he realizes he's still got his apron on. ] Uh. So. I think I remember something about a drink and a pastry being mentioned?
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?