"Oh, no!" Steve exaggeratedly groaned, laughing a little. "Please tell me you're not one of those people who orders those weird-sounding, overly-complicated drinks at coffee houses. Like a 'venti mocha frappuccino vanilla soy latte macchiato, with extra caramel.'" He was pretty sure you couldn't combine all of those things into one drink - but then again, the way some people ordered, he wouldn't be too surprised if it was possible, now.

He paused, glancing over at Marie as her last words sank in. "And don't go to any trouble for me, okay? At this point, I'm just thankful I won't end up moping around my apartment all day." Or going to a bakery and buying the place out just because he could, now.

Overall, despite the lows that he'd hit from watching people three times his age but from his generation, and thinking about the past that he could never get back, Steve was going to mark today as a success. He'd met someone, completely randomly and on his own, and become friends. It was nice, learning that there was still more to him than just a national icon and an eye-catching costume.



[sorry this is so short! I just... have no idea what else to write. =|]