Steve let out a light laugh and shrugged helplessly. "'far as I can tell, age is just a bad codework for back pain," he offered.
The silence after his offer was alarming, and for a moment Steve started to get caught up in replaying their conversations in his head, trying to decide if and when he'd been weird. Then she responded, and even confirmed she'd come back. The relief flashed over him before he'd started to build up his defense in rejection, and he nodded.
"Twenty works. I'll meet you out front," he replied, trying not to sound odd about it. He nodded and smiled to her before disappearing up the steps. Ten minutes later he was leaning against the front wall, phone out as he carefully skimmed and scanned the nearby restaurants for specials and general menus. He'd already bookmarked a few options, including a cafe, a vegan restaurant, and popular pasta joint before he wondered if most people found friendship so difficult.
He found himself smirking at his phone screen even as he held it up to peer closer and compensate for the lack of glasses he'd never sat down to be fitted. "You're an old freaking man, Rogers," he smirked, then sighed as a voice activation was triggered. "What the hell is an 'oxygen bar' anyway?" He immediately regretted finishing the thought aloud as his device repeated back the question, then started listing local establishments. "No, no no no... shut up," he groaned, frantically poking at the screen in an attempt to cut the sound before too many passers-by gave him odd looks.