A date wasn't really the sort of thing Hawks allowed himself to have back home. Really, he'd been far too busy for it between maintaining his rank and keeping up with the villains. Yet, the thought of one, no matter how silly or simple, chicken wings, after all, still made him try to recall the last time he'd ever purposefully went out like that. Had he ever? He'd maybe tried, but most people purposefully gave the impression it was not like that. Being a hero sucked at times.
Still, being quite a bit ahead of schedule was par for the course when you were fast, and while taking another round nearby was appealing, being late wasn't. Of course, that meant he got to sit there, and drink but sadly only soda, in the meantime. Weirdly enough, he wasn't even bothered by his waiter trying to make awkward small talk from time to time. Kid was cute, but definitely not his style.
He looked up from his glass at the sound, eyes widening and he let out a little laugh. "Did you run here?" He straightened up a bit, belatedly realized his hair could have very well been a mess, but, you know, windswept was kind of his thing. "I'm used to being early to almost everything. I didn't die of starvation, at least." He nodded, propping his hand on his chin. "I could always take you home if you feel pressed for time. I bet I'm faster."