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[makethman]

"All of our employees are currently occupied. We hope we have not lost you as a valued customer."

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[makethman]

[Harry only wishes that all the people who have ever been out for his life could be called villains, just as he wishes he could claim his caution came solely from experience and not just a tad of paranoia. Still, he doesn't-- it's simply a spy's lot in life.

He stands when Peggy approaches him and pulls out a chair for her. The movements flow like water and come to him automatically as breathing. Harry's smile barely cracks past the width of a smirk, just enough to appear friendly and unassuming.]

Not at all. They haven't even finished brewing the tea.

[He sits and gestures for her to join him. A comfortable little sigh passes his lips as he settles back into his chair and keeps one eye almost subconsciously on the street.]

It's good to finally see you in person, Miss Carter.

[For a variety of reasons: An opportunity to talk unnoticed, a chance to observe her for any suspect behavior, and to see that Captain Rogers evidently had excellent taste in women. Her old fashioned look allowed her to easily blend in with the natives, but her beauty allowed her to stand out in a different way. Considering how fit Steve is, Harry has to wonder if their universe struck some sort of genetic lottery.

However, that observation sits on the low end of his priorities. He's far more curious as to why Peggy called him here in the first place.]

[assays]

[Between him standing and pulling out the chair, Peggy wasn't surprised at what some would call 'old-fashioned' practices. He had always given off a polite and well-mannered demeanour whenever they had spoken before.

Of course, Peggy would argue that she was perfectly capable of pulling her own chair out and didn't require him to stand. But she wasn't put off by it in this instance. No reason for her hackles to rise.]

Oh, that's a relief.

[She sits down at his invitation, resting her hands in her lap. ]

It's good to see you in person as well, Mr. Hart. Though I imagine it would have been inevitable at some point.

[Even if she didn't actively seek out his company, there were only so many places that a person could go to, and then of course there was the ceremonies each month. It was likely they would attend at least one at the same time.]

I suppose you are wondering why I've asked you to meet with me.

[makethman]

You'd be surprised. My employees tell me I'm something of a mystery figure around the shop.

[As he intends. Not to mention he'd be keeping a distance from swear ins for the near future.

Though in the present,Harry's smile turns a bit warm and a bit wry.]

Though I do make exceptions from time to time.

[Harry folds his hands in his lap and leans back against his chair. No need to appear as curious-- or vaguely suspicious-- as he feels. A great deal of espionage depended heavily on one's pokerface.]

That question had crossed my mind, yes. Are you having any trouble settling in?

[assays]

How glad I am that you made an exception for me.

[She matches his smile with one of her own.]

No, I'm not having any trouble with that. The reason why I asked you is because I think we could be friends and I don't really have that many of them here. [Peggy looks down for a moment, then back up at him.]

Apart from that, we're outnumbered by the Americans and we should stick together.

[That last part might be a joke.]

[makethman]

[Harry chuckles-- maybe the first time he laughed all week-- and casts Peggy a sidelong glance as their barista approaches with a tea tray.]

Then between us, I wouldn't expect much from this brew. They simply don't have the knack for it over here, you know.

[Harry sounds pleasant enough about it, but the tea is certainly no joke. As for fresh British faces in a sea of an American tourist area, that's a relief he can relate to as well.

Harry quietly thanks the barista and takes his cup of tea. His fingers expertly dart between dispensers on the table for sugar and cream. This blend would be needing it.]

I must admit, I'm surprised to hear that from a charismatic woman such as yourself.

[But only to an extent. A lot of imPorts could be quite cynical towards newcomers, or just general positivity vacuums.]

But if you don't mind the company of an old man, I'd be delighted.

[assays]

I do know.

[But she takes the other cup of tea from the tray, offering the barista a grateful smile. Peggy selects some cream and sugar for herself, opening the packets and puts them into her tea, stirring them with a spoon.]

You're not old. Just older. [That being said, she doesn't have any idea how much older than her he was. But then she hasn't told Harry her age either.]

Charismatic. I've certainly been called the opposite. [Her smile grows softer for a moment before she sets the spoon down at the side of her cup.]

What would you like to know about me?