Natasha leans into him when he stands behind her, tilting her head toward his, a small smile lingering on her lips. She looks at the phone and takes the picture, then adds it to a text. "Sure," she answers with a shrug as she hands the phone over to him. Waiting with her arms folded, she watches as he types something out.

When he reads it out loud, she rolls her eyes fondly. "Sap," she says as she presses send. She turns the phone off and tucks it into the pocket of her blazer. Moving back over to him, her hand slides down his arm so she can take his hand. "Come on, let's go check out that bike."