Clint and Ava
Hey, at least he was being recognized for himself and not someone else for once. Again, big props to Danny Rand, but Clint wasn't it. He was just your local unassuming Barista who didn't get paid enough but was doing his best to bankrupt the company by drinking all the coffee in the place. Or something. Look, Clint had no fucking clue what it meant to have a real job, but that seemed accurate.
Also, he was totally making cupcakes. He did what he said he would. He just didn't usually promise much these days, because napping was nicer.
"Hi!" He greeted right back, all raised eyebrows and boyish smile even as he took in all that glitching and -- well. "Ghost, right? Ava!" Well, at least her nickname was ...apt-ish?