Steve wasn't exactly watching her, but she was also impossible to miss. People whispered about her, heads turned and everyone sort of gravitated toward her. But that was just Natasha, he'd always felt that inexplicable tug into her orbit long before she'd become a household name. He'd given her a little space to say her hellos, talking instead to a guy that they'd gone to highschool with who hadn't made it his mission in life to make him miserable. One of the few.
Because little Steve Rogers hadn't been popular. But still Natasha had always been nice to him, they'd studied together, he'd been into art and poetry and not football but that hadn't bothered her. Lucky puberty had been kind to him and he blended in a lot more these days, having grown into his frame.
"I ran into her at the grocery store," he said with a smile. "She made me promise I'd come and," Steve shrugged, if he'd made a promise then of course he'd have had to keep it. "I stopped growing before you moved, you know," he reminded her with a smile. Of course Natasha looked good, polished, an expensive haircut and stylish dress. But it was her smile that he liked best, genuine right up into her eyes.