Natasha hums thoughtfully, her eyes on him with a serious face. She lets the moment stretch just long enough to make it seem like she might be thinking about her answer. And then she lets the smile return. "Looking forward to it. Come on, old man. I'll let you open my door just this once."

There is something easy about it, and not just because she likes to flirt. It's rare that she goes out with someone that knows who she really is. He's glad to not have to make an explanation, and she enjoys not having to wear a mask.