“Is that a challenge…?” Ruby waved her hand, silently asking for a name from him. Crimson lips curls into a cheeky grin, eyes closing as she took a deep breath in. To anyone else it would appear as though she was enjoying the fresh air, the truth was she was taking in his scent. Ruby had a keen nose, it was the wolf in her, and her wolf was usually pretty good at picking out how they liked their drinks. With a hum her eyes opened once more. “I’m getting dark chocolate, rich and slightly bitter, with a hint of chili. You also seem like you’d prefer cherry but usually end up ordering the apple pie.”
“Bucky,” the brunette replied. Bucky was doing better around people, but on days like today, he couldn’t really handle the crowds and loud noise, so he’d gone for a walk in the park, and then headed home when he spotted the cafe and decided he could handle people if it meant a warm meal. He arched a brow at her guess, the closest he came to being impressed. “The question is if you can beat Steve’s.” he grinned, ignoring the pie comment. It had been a while since he let himself have any kind of pie, but he was slowly returning to some state of normal.
“I’m the girl who makes a mean hot chocolate.” Ruby chuckled back knowing that wasn’t what he meant. “Ruby, or Red. I answer to both.” A hand sweeping over her outfit, her signature colour boldly displayed.
“Ruby, huh? Pretty name.” Bucky replied, arching a brow. “Hot chocolate, you say? I can almost guarantee you can’t beat my best friend’s hot chocolate.” It was a vague memory, enjoying cocoa when the heat was off and they had to sit curled under a blanket and sipping the warm drink to survive the cold Brooklyn winter.
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