Pepper was not conflicted. The man with the very dry sense of humor and she thought was perceptive and keenly intelligent. He was also (after a small exertion of effort to identify the Thomas Brandon, businessman from search results) attractive. She had begun with the truth, even the truth that was a secret few still knew - given that Doctor Banner and Steve had both gone back and returned without a memory of the last year or two and that was its own relief.
Pepper had no reason to be think the meeting was anything but a likely outcome of conversation. She had not expected it: she very much liked the exchanges and her inclination was toward enjoying there being both someone to talk to and that someone being attractive. It was entirely likely to begin and end with those conversational interludes but she was pleased by the invitation (although the display of it was simply the candor of her smile).
She was not invisible when she came through the crowd, in large part because of the color. New Yorkers wore a lot of black and grey and a gloomy spectrum in between and the suit today was pale cream, underneath a long white coat. The deli was not a usual stopping point: there was a takeout place closer by Stark Tower than this one and the speed and expediency for lunch usually ruled the day. But it was warm, and it smelled good and her smile was unequivocal. The pink diamonds gleamed beneath all that hair, and she looked around evidently for him.