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[color=3CB371]Location:[/color] [url=https://promoshades.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/1417582_orig.jpg]Angel Grove Diner[/url] 
[color=3CB371]Interacting w/:[/color] [@OGSG] [@Akayaofthemoon][/center]

Clint was in a weird spot, right now. He'd just mouthed off to Jordan, but didn't feel good about it despite their tendency to do that in the past. It wasn't a very good way to start off seeing each other again, but then neither was her overreaction when she came into the diner. His eyes nervously scanned both girls at the table, a negative feeling starting to wash over him about this. Maybe he should've just kept walking? Taking the offer to sit down was starting to seem like a bad one, but maybe he was just thinking too hard on the exchange that just happened. Or not hard enough which was why he felt how he did right now.

His attention turned to Charlie as she responded to him, understanding how she felt. His dating experiences weren't much better: Girls just kind of seeing him as a meat slab instead of a person. He had been looking for companionship, not just a wild time. It'd been irritating and Clint had the blame for things pushed on him, but he mostly understood he wasn't wrong for what he wanted. Those pings of self-doubt were always there, though. She said to leave it at what she said, so he kinda... Did. Just staring quietly, though that wasn't entirely out of character. 

[color=3CB371]"Your own business? That's great!"[/color] Clint exclaimed, looking at the business card provided. Very flashy and colorful, almost to the point of hurting Clint's eyes but he was a pretty simple guy. He figured it was good design, he didn't exactly know Charlie for ever half-assing or messing something up. She might've been younger than him but she was dependable when it mattered. Also a bit of a dork. But they all sort of agreed in one way or another they were all dorks, so that was fine. Though, when Charlie compared herself to Thanos, he didn't have the heart to point out he was also bald, wrinkly, and considering the later movie, [i]dead.[/i] Probably best to leave that all out, he figured. [color=3CB371]"You're doing good for yourself. Just be proud of that."[/color] He said, flashing a small smile though it didn't last. He still wasn't feeling very positive.

Especially after Jordan got up and walked off. Her words felt a little off, as instead of being the snarling punk he remembered she put on a bit of a face and sweetened her words, being polite. Clint had a bad feeling because of this, but didn't find himself budging. He sat there, awkward for a moment until she was out of sight and Charlie questioned him. Check on her...? They probably should. But he wasn't quite sure if he should do it. Fuck, he wasn't sure if he should even be here. It was probably surprising and a bit suspicious that Clint didn't order anything, the man just insisting he was fine momentarily, until the man was gone.

[color=3CB371]"Yeah. I'll let you handle it..."[/color] He muttered, shifting out of the booth to let Charlie go. He watched the short girl walk away, head slightly tilting as he momentarily got a look at how she'd changed, physically, but these thoughts quickly disappeared as she did. He looked at the table, silently contemplating his options, before clenching his left hand into a fist. Just like that, they were both out of here. He felt like he fucked up before, but this kind of just fueled that paranoia now that he was alone. He shook his head, disappointed mainly in himself as he looked towards the entrance to the diner. Eyes peering across that wall, he saw the second set of doors on the opposite side. He quickly shuffled along, not thinking he belonged anymore. He'd just pick something up later, right now he just needed to disengage.

He took off his hat as he reached the door, figuring maybe it made him stand out less if they looked his way, keeping it to his side as he walked out. He kept himself from looking towards the other entrance, not wanting to draw their attention. It was better that way, he felt, as he calmly made his way over to his truck. Jamming his hand in his pocket, he pulled out his keys, a press of a button unlocking the doors. He hopped into the driver's seat, the door closing with a somewhat obnoxious slam as he sat there momentarily, sighing.

[color=3CB371]"Probably ruined their whole day. Hopefully they'll be fine."[/color] He spoke to himself, tossing his hat into the passenger seat. He could make as many excuses as he wanted for their sake but it was obvious his own discomfort made him leave. It left him anxious, and maybe he was less of a man now than he used to be, since he was running from his problems. These doubts didn't keep him from turning the key in the ignition and preparing to leave, the truck pulling out of it's parking spot and purposefully exiting in the opposite direction of the two girls. 

Trying to distract himself, he turned out the radio. Going back to his routine of changing stations, as he couldn't deal with the more emotional, depressing songs right now. Something loud sounded pretty good, if only he wasn't irritably changing stations, unable to find the one he wanted as he waited on traffic so he could turn out onto the street to leave.