Had Sharon been with anyone but Steve, she probably would have jumped; ready to kick the person’s butt who yelled at them. Come on, with her job can you blame her for being on edge? No no you can’t. The old woman behind the counter seemed very excited to see Steve and proceeded to hold a conversation with him. Sharon’s head moved back and forth watching the two talk, just smiling the whole time. She liked a guy who could be social and since he had difficulty talking to her yesterday, she wasn’t sure exactly how social he was.

She couldn’t imagine Steve being a super hero but at the same time, she could. It’s too bad S.H.I.E.L.D. wanting him to be watched, maybe they were trying to determine if he would make a good addition to the business. If she had her say, he would be hired in a heartbeat, in her department, working with her, and her only. Okay so many she was being a bit greedy but can you blame her? When Steve said he had rotten food in his friend her head turned to look up at him. Geeze how long does his job have him gone? 

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Ramero.” Sharon said lightly as she gave the woman a bright happy smile. She hadn’t been this happy in a while and held a small conversation with the woman and told her thank you for the apples. Soon they were on the back of his bike and taking the short drive back to the apartment complex.

Again he offered her his hand as she climbed on the bike and she took it even though it wasn’t needed. Sliding her fingers into his the two started up the stairs keeping the conversation light and fun until they reached her door. Reaching into her small purse she pulled out her keys and stuck it into the door. “It looks a bit better than yesterday if I do say so myself.” She said with a small laugh as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, slipping her shoes off. Her [url= http://p-ec2.pixstatic.com/52aa121bdbfa3f0818010135._w.540_s.fit_.jpg]Apartment[/url] finally felt like an apartment to her and she let out a small sigh, placing her purse down on the end table near the wall. “Come on in, make yourself at home while I start making the dessert… if you want to stick around that is, I don’t want to take up too much of your time.” 

With that she started into the kitchen and began pulling out the ingredients that she would need in order to make the dessert. “Or if you want,” She called out knowing he’d follow her into the kitchen to bring in the apples since she had let go of his hand. “You can help me by cutting up the apples.”