Usually he waited until his days off to go do his shopping, but he was out in town that afternoon. There was nothing on his mind, just enjoying a little afternoon off and picking up some much needed supplies. His bag would be full of bottles of water based paint, and a couple new paint brushes, plus another sketchbook and a whole series of pencies. Those were just what the doctor ordered to be honest.
He saw the bike messenger, though he didn’t see what happened next as the poor young lady jumped out of the way and started screaming at the biker. Steve’s own attention shifted to watch the guy ride off before he shook his head and turned his attention back toward her. A faint smirk touched his lips as he considered her. Definitely cute, though she seemed familiar somehow. What wasn’t his brain telling him at that moment?
“I doubt he heard you. Or would care if he did. I think they hire only the biggest bastards to ride those things about town.”