"Do you ever sit inside when you go out to eat?" Mika asked Bucky, pulling one leg up onto her chair. The autumn sun had fallen behind the buildings, casting a dusty orange glow over the street. Bucky was leaning against the wall of the restaurant in his chair, as he always did.
"I like being outside." he said with a shrug. He couldn't bring himself to tell her that it was for ease of escape, should the situation arise. He didn't like being stuck inside with multitudes of people. She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed.
"Do you have a creepy cabin in the mountains? I feel like you have a creepy cabin in the mountains." she said. She tried to keep a straight face, but her mouth quirked in a bit of a grin.
"Why bother with a cabin?" he replied, earning a chuckle from her.
"You are something else." she said. They were distracted by the waiter, who gave them their drinks. She immediately grabbed her tea, holding it close to her as if trying to absorb all its warmth. He noticed there were goose bumps on her arms; she hadn't brought a coat with her. He felt stirs of memories, flashes of taking off suit jackets for girls with elaborately curled hair.
"It's chilly out here, you need a coat." he said, pulling off his top layer. He still had a long sleeve shirt on underneath. "Take mine."
"No, I'm fine-" she started to turn him down. He tossed the jacket on her lap. He wasn't quite as smooth as he was in 1945.
"You look freezing. And you have twice as many limbs to keep warm as me." he said. She stared at him for a long while.
"I'm not sure if it's insensitive if I laugh at that." she said uncertainly. He gave her a small grin.
"It would help my self esteem." he said. She laughed at that, slipping her arms into the too-big sleeves and wrapping it around herself. Seeing her, smiling and wearing his coat, gave him a warm feeling that had nothing to do with the weather.