The way he just came out and offered her his apartment when they'd only just met, and when he had no idea if things would work out in the future... What kind of person did that? A good one, she thinks, the type of person who would give someone the shirt off their back if they needed it more.
Stopping beside him and glancing briefly up at the sign, Daisy gives Steve a grateful smile, trying to make sure that he understands her sincerity. "You're really sweet to offer that," she tells him. "If you wouldn't mind asking around, I'd appreciate it."
And then, her smile brightening almost comically, she steps up to the door, not waiting for any potential sign of chivalry; she can open her own doors. "But now, food."
After her thanks, Steve watches her for a couple more seconds; he really should have opened the door for her, but he would have been comically late even if she'd given him the chance, so he's only a little put-out by it. Daisy's something different, and combined with his usual bumbling attempts at interacting with women, he's definitely thrown for a loop. But it's... kind of nice. She's not some date he's trying to impress, mostly to save Bucky's reputation instead of his own, or even that he has any romantic inclinations towards her - she's gorgeous, but Steve's lived his whole life with barely even any friends, he'd feel lucky if he got even that much from her, and he certainly wouldn't expect anything more just because she's the opposite sex.
Plus, he'll be leaving soon, he remembers, glancing down at the papers as he follows her into the diner. Glancing around, he sees they'e arrived somewhere between 'empty' and 'dinner rush'. There are several people, single and in groups, dotted around at the various tables and booths, but it's not packed. Probably there's only this many people because it's close to the Fair.
Steve taps Daisy's arm and gestures to a table free against the wall - a little tucked away from the major traffic spots, in view of the window but not spotlighted in it from outside. It is, essentially, a place to sit and be hidden in plain sight, something he doesn't realize he does, but something he prefers nonetheless.
"So, did you catch the Stark expo earlier?" he asks. "It was pretty wild." And he doesn't just mean the not-flying flying car.
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Stopping beside him and glancing briefly up at the sign, Daisy gives Steve a grateful smile, trying to make sure that he understands her sincerity. "You're really sweet to offer that," she tells him. "If you wouldn't mind asking around, I'd appreciate it."
And then, her smile brightening almost comically, she steps up to the door, not waiting for any potential sign of chivalry; she can open her own doors. "But now, food."
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Plus, he'll be leaving soon, he remembers, glancing down at the papers as he follows her into the diner. Glancing around, he sees they'e arrived somewhere between 'empty' and 'dinner rush'. There are several people, single and in groups, dotted around at the various tables and booths, but it's not packed. Probably there's only this many people because it's close to the Fair.
Steve taps Daisy's arm and gestures to a table free against the wall - a little tucked away from the major traffic spots, in view of the window but not spotlighted in it from outside. It is, essentially, a place to sit and be hidden in plain sight, something he doesn't realize he does, but something he prefers nonetheless.
"So, did you catch the Stark expo earlier?" he asks. "It was pretty wild." And he doesn't just mean the not-flying flying car.