Steve raised the lid a bit more, though it had shifted from a shield hold to something more akin a giant, awkward frisbee as he tried to brandish it. He stared at the stranger, more because when the man spoke he seemed familiar, and Steve felt a clench in his gut that told him he actually believed the other's words.
As he took a moment to rationalize it, it suddenly seemed absolutely ridiculous. A ghost. In a coffee shop. Had he really been that stupid, that tired, that he'd blended his dream with some random face he'd seen before at the office and acted like a crazy person for no reason?
"Well, shit," he hissed softly under his breath. A coworker, of course. He'd probably brought mail to this guy or something and then just... not noticed him?
Still uneasy but not wanting to seem unhinged, he lowered the lid warily. "I... uh. Sorry. I guess I hadn't really woken up yet or something," he shook his head, then dropped the lid completely. The clang made him jump slightly again, then he sighed. "I- look. If you saw me on one of those dating apps, it's either real old, or a mistake, or a joke or something. I don't- I'm not. I'm flattered, but I'm not looking for anything like that." His face heat up, this wasn't any better. But at least it sounded more normal, to him anyway. He glanced at the width of the alley and wondered if this guy, Bucky, would let him dodge around and get back to the office or not.