Steve ducked his head, embarrassed by the compliment, especially because of how sincere she was about it. "Uh, thanks," he uttered, rubbing his neck. He knew he was blushing again, and worse, had no idea what to say. He'd just been being honest, he wasn't trying to be sweet or tell her what he thought she wanted to hear.
Steve's face heated up more, but in a fit of mischievousness, he reached into his pocket and pulled out Marie's card and held it up for the man to see. "Thanks, got it covered." The man squinted, then nodded in satisfaction before grabbing a piece of cake and some punch.
Steve turned back to Marie and gave a small smile. "Sorry. He, uh--he tried telling me I shoulda asked for a waitress's number a while ago. Apparently she was flirting with me. It's--I didn't mean to imply that we're-- I just-- I was trying to be funny?"
[so I went to see Cap3 tonight, finally. Still processing, but I felt Stan should get a cameo in this. He deserves all the cameos.]
Stan Lee cameo!!
He was trying to think of what else to say, when an elderly gentleman stopped at the table and stared at the two of them intently. Steve turned his head, and while he didn't know the man's name, he realized he did recognize him, from a café he'd been at a few months previously. The man leaned in a little more, and in a faux whisper said "This time, ask--for--her number!"
Steve's face heated up more, but in a fit of mischievousness, he reached into his pocket and pulled out Marie's card and held it up for the man to see. "Thanks, got it covered." The man squinted, then nodded in satisfaction before grabbing a piece of cake and some punch.
Steve turned back to Marie and gave a small smile. "Sorry. He, uh--he tried telling me I shoulda asked for a waitress's number a while ago. Apparently she was flirting with me. It's--I didn't mean to imply that we're-- I just-- I was trying to be funny?"
[so I went to see Cap3 tonight, finally. Still processing, but I felt Stan should get a cameo in this. He deserves all the cameos.]