“Sure, that’s fine.” She blinked up at him, surprise sliding into a smile. “I don’t know what I want, exactly, all the time. But I know the things that make me happy, and the things I can do with my time and my skills. Putting those together usually results in goodness.” The bottle lay abandoned in her lap as she reached for one of his hands, lacing her fingers in his.
He returned her smile and worked his hand against hers before giving it a light squeeze. “Nobody knows what they want all the time … except me.” His easy smile turned into his trademark smirk. “Hell, I guess I don’t exactly know all the time…” He shrugged. The limo started to slow before stopping completely as they arrived to the restaurant. The door opened after a few seconds as Happy waved them out. “This place is a favourite of mine,” Tony commented as he slid from the car, his hand still laced with Summer’s. He glanced around the sidewalk looking for photographers. Naturally, there were some but not as many as he expected. He gave a wide smirk and waved triumphantly in their direction, always the exhibitionist. He had way too much fun being the center of attention. “Goood evening!” he called out with a light laugh.
Oh. She hadn’t thought about paparazzi. Nervously, she stepped closer to Tony, hiding a little behind him. “Fair warning,” she muttered, “I look like crap in photographs.” She just knew her face was red, clashing with her hair. But, after all, this was Tony Stark. If they were friends this would happen. She had to accept it.