Very. [ it's one of the unfortunate things about life in the city: men think they have a right to comment on a woman's looks just because she's out in public. but hey, if aerith's unfamiliar with that kind of treatment, so much the better for her.

a very strong part of steve would like to just attempt escape and have done with it—a very, very strong part. but he can hear natasha's voice in his head, faintly, telling him to seize the day, rogers. she's offering to flirt with you. what's stopping you? he can see her, too. she's got her judgmental-but-also-sad-about-it eyebrows on, they're very persuasive.

the truth is, nothing's stopping him. nothing but himself, anyway, and no, he's pretty sure he's still not read for this, for dating or anything that comes with it. but when has that stopped him before? and besides, it's only flirting. he can flirt.

he takes a steadying breath, hands in his pockets, and flashes aerith (what he hopes is) a flirtatious smile. ]

Well, if you're going to flirt anyway, might as well stick around. There's worse ways to spend a few hours.

[ i promise he's trying to flirt, aerith, he just doesn't know what he's doing. ]