[ 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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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?