Kate had an interview that morning. Her advisor had insisted she go--as big a pain as he found her to be (and he let her know this almost everyday), he couldn't imagine someone more fit for the internship apparently, a finance position that she didn't fully realize just how competitive it was until she got there and watched as a flood of eager candidates came rushing in thereafter. The level of energy that filled that waiting room was enough to suffocate anyone with anxiety, but she remained as confident as she did getting there, even as each person went up one by one until the only two left were her and another young woman who came from Arizona. She was nice, if not a bit of a nervous chatterbox. When Kate's name was finally called she wished Arizona good luck and walked in; she walked out fifteen minutes later feeling decent.
Whether she got the position or not, Kate had enough on her plate to be satisfied regardless. She was already thinking of things she wanted (and needed) to do this weekend and the week following, scribbling down reminders in her small leather booklet. At least for now she had some time to spare before she got started on these things, so naturally she pulled out her phone and called Cassie. She had called her a little earlier in the week and got her voice mail just as she did now, only this time it was full. That didn't seem to concern Kate too much (it happens), who's plan was to stop by the Tower anyway and take her out for breakfast. She moved through the business district and sent her a text just as she pushed past the Stark Tower entrance.
Funnily enough that lady who had been staring Clint down the first time Kate came by was there and she bowed her head and chuckled privately before casting her a smile. Kate had even been on her way to talk to her when Tony Stark reached her peripherals and she figured he was the better person to approach with what she had to say. "Hey," she waved (it looked like he was on his way out?), and hurried over before she missed him. "Mr. Stark, hi." Pulling her purse strap up on her shoulder, she smiled. They hadn't really talked, especially not in any way that she and Clint talked so Kate figured formality was appropriate here. "Is Cass around?" Her smile broadened. "I'm thinking about stealing her away for a little bit."