Re: New York City circa WWII James Buchanan Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.
Oh shit. L.L. had seen his face and name before. There was a memorial dedicated to him at the museum where it said he had been tortured and then later died in action. She couldn't remember the date, but it was before the war's end. Her expression turned sad as he looked at him. Was this the Bucky before he endured the torture? After? Given his demeanor she assumed it was before, but maybe not. Maybe all this flirting was him trying to block it all out and find some semblance of normalcy.
Act like nothing is wrong, L.L., or he'll question. She forced herself to perk up and smiled.
"Is it? That's a cool name. Has an air of sophistication about it." She put her hands out in front of her and spread them apart as if reading from a marquee. "James Buchanan Barnes. Yes, I like it."
"Two weeks? Any plans while here other than treating a beautiful stranger to lunch?" She gave him a friendly nudge, teasing. Don't let knowledge of the future mess with you, girl. Just don't.