[ oh, it's his time. she extends her hand and steve - smooth, without any hesitation - takes it and kisses the back. he's picked up on a thing or two during his time here, and this has been one of those things that's worked in his favor, so. ]
It's good to meet you, Hilda. [ another smile, and steve lets go of her hand. is about to ask if she has a favorite place to go dancing, when-
the mention of eddie shifts steve's expression around. something practiced slips into something more honest, a charming smile into something more tired but fond. should he be surprised that eddie's the first person other people are meeting? because somehow he's not. ] Yeah, I know Eddie. [ a laugh, and then steve's lifting a brow. ] Should I be worried that you're asking?
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It's good to meet you, Hilda. [ another smile, and steve lets go of her hand. is about to ask if she has a favorite place to go dancing, when-
the mention of eddie shifts steve's expression around. something practiced slips into something more honest, a charming smile into something more tired but fond. should he be surprised that eddie's the first person other people are meeting? because somehow he's not. ] Yeah, I know Eddie. [ a laugh, and then steve's lifting a brow. ] Should I be worried that you're asking?