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[Good morning. Coming to you live from at a cafe in the City, one of your regular stand-ins for the many Starbucks that this place should have. Angela's at the head of the line, small duffel bag slung over her right shoulder, as she points down at the pastry case.]

Yes. A coffee, milk, seven sugars, and can I get a raspberry danish too? And the triple chocolate brownie. Oh, wait, and that coffee cake too.

[The cashier looks so obviously concerned about Angela's raging sweet tooth that he's not quite prepared for what comes next. As soon as he hands the paper bag over the counter, Angela's leaning towards him to lay a fat juicy smooch right on his lips before calmly dropping her change into his tip jar. Mmm, pastries. Definitely a victory.]

Thank you!

[ooc: Angela is finally getting a break! She quit her hospital gig to run the store full time, but before all that she's going on vacation... as much as once can do in the City. This is her main victory so pucker up if you want to run into her.]

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[ Out more than he is in, Clint spots Angela and casually wanders over, hands in his trouser pockets and appearing unfazed by the world.

Oh, but then he spots the bag she's carrying along with the coffee, glances at the building behind her, and grins. It's not that he can't grin, but he doesn't often, and he looks uncharacteristically excited. ] Coffee and pastries?

[ His hands are cupping her face before she can do anything about it, nudging himself into the space between her now open arms, and he kisses her on the lips, long and hard, and clearly celebrating this amazing success. ]

[Hello, Clint. How are you do--oh okay. Angela can roll with this kind of greeting, curse or otherwise. Her hands are still full so she can't exactly react the way she wants to, but she isn't fighting him off one bit. In fact, she slips him a little tongue before he can pull away. This might be a victory for her in its own kind.]

[ Because Clint is Clint, he completely approves of this craftiness, grinning as he steps back without apology or regret. ]

A long line like that? You were lucky to come away at all.

[Who needs apologies or regret when neither of them have any?]

Well, I'm choosy. I'm not just in the mood to kiss everybody you know.

You got a secret soft spot for me? [ He looks far too cocky. ] Always thought I was a good catch.

Easy there, Barton. You kissed me first.

You weren't fighting me off.

I didn't want to, but still, I wasn't kissing your ego.

Now you're just hurting my feelings.

It'll build character.

I've got character, I just hide it well.

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