In spite of the fact that the barrage of inquiring texts had begun almost as soon as she'd gotten in Phil's car and lasted until - after answering his questions - she told Tony it was none of his business and turned off her phone, Pepper had been enjoying herself very much. Dinner was delicious, and as always, she had enjoyed Phil's company. It was nice to see him dressed rather casually for once, and although she had tried to maintain a degree of professionalism in her wardrobe for her workday, she was wearing far more color than she normally would allow herself to at the office.
It was different to be the one carrying the bulk of the conversation for once, and as they walked through the park, Pepper nibbling her peach ice cream, she found herself fighting off random stabs of anxiety that she was being rude and not letting him talk, just from the novelty. She didn't date often, and the awkwardness showed, as much for her as for him.
"Well," Pepper said, her own spoon tucked under her thumb. "Thank you for asking. I don't really get the opportunity to have very many. First or otherwise. I've have a good time," she added, remembering her manners, but truthfully, nonetheless.