Smiling at the waiter who held her chair for her, Natasha settled into her seat. Asking for just a glass of water as well, she turned her eyes to the windows, taking a moment to enjoy the view. It was beautiful, hovering over the water as they were with the last rays of sunshine disappearing over the horizon. The water was tinted orange and pink and little lights slowly appeared in the distance indicating all the boats out upon the water.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away to meet Clint’s gaze. “Definitely a good choice.”

Opening her menu she began to peruse the various plates on offer. “Any recommendations?”