Wrapping her arms loosely around Clint’s waist, she returned the smile and would have placed a kiss on his back through his shirt if she hadn’t just put on lip gloss. She settled for just resting her forehead between his shoulder blades for a moment before they were off.

The ride was fun and somewhat leisurely, the scooter not powerful enough to hit any really high speeds. When they reached their destination, though, Natasha’s hair was still windblown and tangled, but she barely gave it a thought beyond just getting it out of her face. Vanity was something she never had time for.

The place was rustic on the outside, and fairly concealed so to be difficult to find for anyone not expressly looking for it, but on the inside it was bright and inviting. Once inside they were treated like old friends, and the soft smile that settled on her lips wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. The owner himself pulled out Natasha’s chair, and they were barely seated when food was already arriving.

Looking across the table at Clint, it was clear from her expression that she was instantly enamoured with the place. She had never set foot in it before, but she already felt like she belonged here, like she had been coming here for years. It was not a feeling she was used to.