A sleek figure came through the door next, waiting around patiently until a waiter came to greet her. When she'd mentioned Barton, the waiter smiled tensely (Barton must've done something to annoy him) and lead her to the table. The restaurant was filled with people, but Jessica spotted Clint immediately amongst them; he was hard to miss. How long had it been since she'd last seen him? A few months short of a year--a lot had happened during his absence, a lot of shit she was undoubtedly sure he was curious about. After all, wasn't that way he invited her to dinner? To catch up?
Once they reached the table, she smiled politely at the waiter before she took her seat and ordered a drink. After the waiter left, she turned her cool gaze on Clint. "Long time no see," she greeted, brow raised. "I'm sensing a pattern."