Pete/Kitty
If catching her off guard made her blush like that, he'd have to pop out into the commons more often.
He quickly pushed that thought aside. She wouldn't be blushing because it was him. After all, she was still young and he had a license to kill that he used way too many times to count.
"You can never go wrong with cooked cow," he said, tapping the filter end of an unlit cigarette against the countertop as he watched her. "Giving my body a break from cirrhosis and emphysema. Other than that, filling in some blanks for Shield. Do me a favor, luv, and fill in the blank on what challah is."