It was fair to say that Maya was somewhat thrown by Matt's arrival. She'd more or less come to terms with the fact that no one from any other universe seemed to have the slightest clue who she was, and in most cases the differences between these alternate versions and the people she knew were a point more of academic curiosity than any real distress. (Clint was a father. She still wasn't quite over that revelation, and it sat weirdly with her considering the nature of the relationship she'd had with him.)
It raised the question of how different Matt might be, and she tried to quell her nerves as she headed to the cafe. She felt like she hadn't been this anxious even performing in Sydney, though that probably wasn't true. As it turned out the Olympics were pretty nerve-wracking no matter how confident you were; they were much like reunions with old flames who'd never met you in that way.
She spotted him straight away and paused for a moment to assess his appearance. He looked... good. A little rumpled, but it sort of suited him. Satisfied, she went to slide into the seat across from him, reaching over to touch his hand so he'd know where she was. "Hello, Matt."