Natasha loves the skyline here, the way the nightshadows of the skyscrapers fall across Lake Shore Drive and their glittering gold lights reflect against the lake. So when Clint suggests that they go to the Signature Room at the John Hancock, she almost needs to struggle to hide her excitement.
About two minutes after they reach the 96th floor, he orders her the raspberry fizz and disappears somewhere as soon as it arrives. She's skeptical at first, since the drink is entirely non-alcoholic and she can't remember the last time she had a virgin drink. But when she takes a hesitant sip and the piercing flavor of fresh mint fills her mouth as raspberry puree slides across her tongue, she understands why he told her it tasted like sex.
She knows she should savor it slowly, but it's too good and it's gone in a matter of seconds.
Clint suddenly reappears and pulls her by the hand to the women's bathroom, where a huge glass window looks down upon the city. As they look down, he leans in for a kiss but she quickly twists around and pins his back against the window.
"Sorry, I just really like the view."