Jean was a veteran of New York summers and was wearing a sundress and sandals. In spite of the whole Phoenix thing she found she tended to get as overheated as anyone else. Not strictly fair, if you asked her.
She was nervous though, if she was honest with herself. Steve Rogers hadn't been a close friend any more than Tony Stark or any of the Avengers had been, but they all apparently came from a fracture of the multiverse where she hadn't existed, as far as they knew. So for her to throw herself out like such a good friend wasn't fair to anyone. Just a sign of how lonely these months had been. Kitty was the only one she really knew, and she wasn't a lonely soul by nature.
Scanning the Starbucks, she spotted him finally. He hadn't been that attractive last time they met.