Who: Natasha & Kate What: GIRL TALK When: Today Where: COFFEE Rating: G for gushing and gossip
Kate was anxiously nervous about meeting Natasha. She had met her in passing ONCE, but she knew her more from Clint. And this Natasha wasn't even THAT Natasha, so would it be the same? Everyone seemed to at least share the same kind of personality with each other; really it just seemed the history was a bit off from what she could tell. She also wasn't paying close attention to everyone here, but maybe she should. It didn't hurt to know who your neighbors were, right? So far it seemed she knew most of them (or knew OF them), but there were a few names popping up that she hadn't recognized before. Maybe it was time for her to branch out...
But for now, she had more important things to focus on. Like the fact that Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow would be walking through that door, ready to have a cup of coffee with her and talk. Catch up. Find out more about each other. Cool. Kate was totally 100% ready for this, except that she wasn't. Not only was Natasha so kick-ass Kate couldn't wrap her head around it, but she was also the OG in Clint's life; she felt like this was a big moment for the two of them. Alright, maybe just herself because she doubted that Natasha was at all overthinking this meeting. Just come in, grab a cup with someone Clint said was a good person, hang out. Cool. No biggie. She could do this. After a handful of all capped text messages to America, Kate felt better. It was just coffee. And she could do coffee.
She made sure not to drink all of it before Nat arrived, but she might have had two or three cups before the infamous redhead walked into the shop and she glanced up, a nervous smile on her face. "Natasha? I mean, Nat?" She walked out from behind the counter, holding her hand out before running into one of the stools. Smooth. "Ow, uh, hi! I'm Kate!" She didn't actually make it all the way to greet her, but stopped awkwardly in the middle of the floor before looking back and nodding towards one of the tables. "I can get you a cup! Do you like anything in it? Or I can just bring you what we have...?" Right, stop talking and allow her to respond. That was how a conversation worked. She gave her an apologetic smile, taking a breath at the same time.