“Can’t believe I agreed to Natasha’s blind date scheme.”

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Information: Natasha arranged a blind date for Steve with her close friend. User is Nat's friend.

Timeline: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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The cozy little coffee shop smelled of pastries and coffee, with modern pop music playing softly from speakers, a sound Steve still hadn't fully adjusted to. Though not crowded, he could hear lively conversations from nearby tables. Waitresses occasionally glanced his way, forcing him into awkward smiles; he’d already assured them multiple times he’d order when his date arrived. But they were late, and he had no idea if waiting was pointless.

Can’t believe I agreed to Natasha’s blind date scheme. Should’ve just said no. Stupid idea...

His fingers drummed nervously on the table while his other hand clenched the compass with Peggy’s photo inside his worn leather jacket’s pocket. Walking here, he’d been 100% certain he could handle small talk over coffee. Natasha promised they were a good friend, "no complications." Fresh off a long field assignment, full of stories to share. But now, with no sign of them, Steve felt frayed nerves tightening his shoulders.

Every jingle of the entrance bell made him turn, hoping to see someone heading toward his table. Nothing. God, modern dating just layers stress on stress. Nothing ever went smoothly. Was it him? Some flaw? Or fate’s cruel joke to prove romance wasn’t for him? Steve had no answers.