One of the problems Steve has when interacting with women is how when they look at him, he interprets their gazes as expectant more often than not. That may be him projecting rather than anything they're actually doing, but it throws him off regardless, because what exactly is he supposed to be doing? Tell 'em they're pretty, Bucky advises. Tell 'em they smell like roses. That kinda thing. Promise 'em a good time. You're making things too complicated.
Maybe so. He feels like he's at a disadvantage to start with, and that doesn't help. But right now, this woman doesn't look expectant so much as accepting. He's still sure he's going to embarrass himself somehow, but it makes him feel a little less awkward.
"Yeah...it moves slow sometimes, but it's never still," he says thoughtfully, thinking of how buds open versus birds in flight. He's out of touch with nature as a whole, deep in the city as he is, but there are trees and animals even here.
Running his fingers through his hair sheepishly, he smiles. "Well...um. Thank you. For saying so. I'm Steve Rogers, by the way. Can I ask...what's your name?"
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Date: 2017-06-08 09:45 pm (UTC)Maybe so. He feels like he's at a disadvantage to start with, and that doesn't help. But right now, this woman doesn't look expectant so much as accepting. He's still sure he's going to embarrass himself somehow, but it makes him feel a little less awkward.
"Yeah...it moves slow sometimes, but it's never still," he says thoughtfully, thinking of how buds open versus birds in flight. He's out of touch with nature as a whole, deep in the city as he is, but there are trees and animals even here.
Running his fingers through his hair sheepishly, he smiles. "Well...um. Thank you. For saying so. I'm Steve Rogers, by the way. Can I ask...what's your name?"
He offers her a handshake.