"This place looks nice," Natasha said, pointing to a little coffee shop, desperate to find somewhere warm.
"'Porky's Coffee?'" Clint said sceptically, squinting at the sign on the wall.
"What's wrong with that name?" Natasha asked.
"I wonder if the owner has like a pig nose or something," Clint said, using this thumb to push up on his nose and give himself a pigs nose.
Natasha rolled her eyes and rubbed her arms. The wind was picking up and she was starting to get very cold outside. She needed Clint to make a decision so she could get warm again.
Clint was still peering suspiciously at the sign, muttering to himself.
"Are you going to pick or what?"
Clint waved his hand at Natasha's question and continued to mutter. Natasha narrowed her eyes when she noticed that Clint was smirking slightly. The dick was doing it on purpose. Shoving past him, Natasha pushed open the door to the coffee shop and walked inside. The door tinkled a second time as Clint came in laughing with a big smile on his face.
A waitress looked up as they entered and smiled. "Just take a seat and I'll be with you shortly."
Natasha looked around the coffee shop, marvelling at how different it looked inside compared to outside. If you hadn't bothered to come in, you would have thought it was a dingy little place with a few dirty tables and grimy floors. But the reality was the complete opposite. The coffee shop was huge, light and one of the cleanest places Natasha had ever seen. There were adorable little circle and square tables placed in the centre of the room, while booths lined three out of four walls, the fourth being occupied by the counter. Each table had tinsel wrapped around the legs and the booths had the tinsel draped on the backs.
"It's so cute," Natasha said, mesmerized by the adorable coffee shop.
"It's still called 'Porky's Coffee'," Clint muttered, eyeing the tables and decorations like they were dangerous enemies or something equally ridiculous.
Natasha found the booth she wanted, one at the back with a view out the window. Giving Clint a shove as she walked past him, Natasha made her way over to the booth and took a seat. The air smelled like vanilla and ground coffee with a touch of cinnamon. It smelled like Christmas.
Clint slowly made his way over as well, taking as much time as was humanly possible. He plonked himself down across from Natasha and picked up both menus. He handed one to Natasha, which she took, and then Clint read one himself.
"What are you going to get?" Clint asked, not looking up from his menu.
Natasha shrugged, skipping over the cold drinks section and looking for the hot coffee section. "I have no idea. Something hot because I'm freezing."
Clint nodded. "I was thinking the Icy Chocolate Chiller."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "Ok, you can have that, and you can freeze. Are you getting food?"
Clint scoffed. "Duh."
Stifling a giggle, Natasha decided on what she wanted, just in time for the waitress to come over.
"What can I get you folks?" she asked, pulling her pad from her apron and poising the pen just off the paper.
"I'll get a caramel latte and a chocolate muffin please," Natasha said, closing her menu and placing on top of the one Clint had casually discarded.
"And I'll have a hot chocolate and a piece of strawberry cheesecake thanks," Clint said.
The waitress nodded as she jotted down their order. "I'll bring that out to you as soon as it's ready."
It didn't take very long for their coffees to be ready, seeing as there were only seven other people in the shop, most of which already had their drinks.
They had warmed Natasha's chocolate muffin for her, and when she pulled it apart the steam rose, bringing with it a delicious chocolaty smell.
Clint took a sip of his drink, giving himself a ridiculous frothy moustache. Natasha grinned at him and he grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped it off.
"Don't laugh at me."
"I wasn't laughing," Natasha said, taking a bite of her muffin.
Clint grunted and Natasha turned her attention out the window, watching the snow that had started to fall again. It looked so peaceful."
"So what are we doing tomorrow?" Clint asked, bringing Natasha back to Earth.
"Nothing," Natasha said, drinking her latte.
"You're so boring," Clint said. "You don't want to do anything."
"Damn right I don't. I like to sleep."
"Oh fine then," Clint sighed. "We'll stay home and be boring."
Natasha grinned. "Sounds good to me."
A/N: Every time I try to catch up on this I just fall further behind and I am sorry. I'm trying.
