Did she just accept his date? Wait… was this a date or was she just getting her hopes up considering she hasn’t gone out in so long; much less had a so-called ‘friend’ outside of the work environment in so many years. But was this a [i]date[/i] or just two people trying to get to know each other more? How much was she allowed to know about him? How much could she honestly tell him? What would Fury think? Say? DO?! You know what… screw it. She deserved to have a good time with someone and there was no reason it couldn’t be him.

Rising to her feet, after finishing her food, she placed her bowl down on the coffee table and followed him to the door. Her small frame leaned against the outline of the door as one arm stretched up and hand rested against the top of the door thanks to her height. “If you’re free tomorrow, and willing to make the long and horrible journey to my front door, I have tomorrow off; I’m sure I can find something heavy for you to lift. Say… two o’clock. If you’re free that is, I don’t want to pressure you or anything.” She said quickly as she realized her joking could easily come across as pushy or demanding. She didn’t need to be like that, she wasn’t at work and that surely wasn’t the impression she wanted to give off to such a gorgeous hunk of man who was as shy as a guy from comic-con trying to talk to a cheerleader. He wasn’t someone she wanted to push away… at all!