There was a lot of things that set Steve Rogers apart from other men. The obvious being that he was Captain America but the not-so-obvious things came from his general treatment of people. He was very kind and thoughtful and always on the lookout to help others. No matter the situation. Like a clumsy blonde nearly toppling over on a staircase, almost tripping over her own feet. Instead of laughing at her and calling her an idiot; he simply picked up the pieces (meaning her falling) and helped her find her path (or feet). This was not something found in men this day and age. Then again, Sharon has always been a sucker for old world charm. 

The blonde's eyes twinkled at him as he beat her romantic date on the town that he could get Natasha to break character. She nodded in agreement as the peppy brunette arrived at their table to take their order. Sharon has never wanted something so bad in her life than to see Natasha break character. A romantic night out on the town with Captain America; you bet she wanted Natasha to crack.

The brunette gave a look of surprise when he said just how much food he wanted, as anyone would hearing such a request but the mention of the friend paying for the food didn't seem to phase her. "I don't know how will be able to bill your friend..."

"Oh we'll get a hold of them before the night is out." Sharon said casually with a wave of her hand before turning her attention back to the menu as the brunette's gaze moved to her. "It looks like you serve a lot of interesting food here." Her blue eyes flicked up to see a sparkling smile from the brunette. She closed the menu and folded her arms gently on top of it. "I would like the pot roast dinner. Cooked until it's 160 degrees, no pea added, mash potatoes with no lumps whatsoever; a side of extra gravy but it better not be steaming hot or it will burn my mouth. A salad for a side; no tomatoes, cucumbers or onions. Light cheese; lots of crutons... I mean tons of them. And thousand island dressing. Oh and for my drink. A strawberry lemonade; not too sour. I want a bite not a kick of sour. Thanks!" With that she attempted to hand the brunette who was frantically writing her menu. A little ways into her writing, Sharon cleared her throat and the brunette popped back into reality and gave an apologetic smile as she took the menu from Sharon and went back writing her notes. 

If this wasn't Natasha she was going to feel horrible... But there's a large chance that they were both were correct in thinking it was her.