[Oh? Zemo pulls back some after the kisses, still gently holding onto her arms with gloved hands. Real leather, most likely. Expensive, of course. Impossibly soft to the touch.
He's all smiles, unaware of any awkwardness or potential discomfort - but wholly aware of how sweet her face looks when it's painted with blush like that, how she has to bend a little to match his height. The sight just makes him smile even more, really. Smitten. The brightness to his expression leaving him looking rather boyish.
Until he realizes - maybe it's not... such a routine thing for her to be greeted in such a way. Being American and all. And perhaps he's coming on too strong? (He's excited, okay. He can't help it.) So then he's feeling awkward and (begrudgingly) lets go to give her some space, but not without allowing his fingertips to linger along the way first.]
Stunning aren't we? [He's quick with the attempt to save the mood from crashing and burning. Hopefully it works.]
I know we already have our plans set for today, but I was hoping you'd be interested in some lunch? Or coffee at least.
[Because who just goes to a garage for a date? He does, sure. But there has to be something more substantial, more opportunity to sit and chat.]
[ It's true! Just look at him, he's gorgeous. She'd thought Bucky had been pretty dapper back in their day, but Zemo's a whole other level. Like, those gloves had to be real leather. More importantly, he's got that easy, earnest charm that didn't make her feel like she wanted to punch him.
God, she really is smitten. She must look like an idiot because she can't stop smiling. It's already a shame he's let go of her. ]
Lunch sounds great. Coffee, too. Afterward, if you want.
[ She almost visibly winces. How desperate does she sound? But if they're going out, might as well make the most of the day, right? ]
Of course I want. You won't be getting rid of me that easily, you know.
[Coming from anyone else those words might sound more like a threat. But Zemo's so charming, his tone anything but malicious. There's a lightness there, laced with the softest chuckles of amusement. His hand casually brushes against hers as they banter, leather-clad fingers seeking any trace of intimacy his date will allow before they're even away from the curb.]
We simply can't drive around with the top down on empty stomaches. Or enjoy more fine art without an espresso or two.
[The fine art being hers, of course. He hasn't even seen it yet, but he's laying it on thick. Because a part of him knows it will be good - simply because she's the one who's produced it.
He'll just slip his fingers into hers, nice and gentle, letting them entwine so he can lightly tug her in the direction of the car. Consider the passenger door being held open for her once they get there - because it's the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.]
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He's all smiles, unaware of any awkwardness or potential discomfort - but wholly aware of how sweet her face looks when it's painted with blush like that, how she has to bend a little to match his height. The sight just makes him smile even more, really. Smitten. The brightness to his expression leaving him looking rather boyish.
Until he realizes - maybe it's not... such a routine thing for her to be greeted in such a way. Being American and all. And perhaps he's coming on too strong? (He's excited, okay. He can't help it.) So then he's feeling awkward and (begrudgingly) lets go to give her some space, but not without allowing his fingertips to linger along the way first.]
Stunning aren't we? [He's quick with the attempt to save the mood from crashing and burning. Hopefully it works.]
I know we already have our plans set for today, but I was hoping you'd be interested in some lunch? Or coffee at least.
[Because who just goes to a garage for a date? He does, sure. But there has to be something more substantial, more opportunity to sit and chat.]
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[ It's true! Just look at him, he's gorgeous. She'd thought Bucky had been pretty dapper back in their day, but Zemo's a whole other level. Like, those gloves had to be real leather. More importantly, he's got that easy, earnest charm that didn't make her feel like she wanted to punch him.
God, she really is smitten. She must look like an idiot because she can't stop smiling. It's already a shame he's let go of her. ]
Lunch sounds great. Coffee, too. Afterward, if you want.
[ She almost visibly winces. How desperate does she sound? But if they're going out, might as well make the most of the day, right? ]
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[Coming from anyone else those words might sound more like a threat. But Zemo's so charming, his tone anything but malicious. There's a lightness there, laced with the softest chuckles of amusement. His hand casually brushes against hers as they banter, leather-clad fingers seeking any trace of intimacy his date will allow before they're even away from the curb.]
We simply can't drive around with the top down on empty stomaches. Or enjoy more fine art without an espresso or two.
[The fine art being hers, of course. He hasn't even seen it yet, but he's laying it on thick. Because a part of him knows it will be good - simply because she's the one who's produced it.
He'll just slip his fingers into hers, nice and gentle, letting them entwine so he can lightly tug her in the direction of the car. Consider the passenger door being held open for her once they get there - because it's the proper, gentlemanly thing to do.]