Sinful

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Hating more than anything of having to play the quiet mouse, the shy one, she locked her eyes onto her target through the window, knowing this would be her way in with them all. Brushing her hands down the white peasant blouse, to her long pale blue skirt, she took a deep breath and pushed the door open to the coffee shop, moving quickly to stand behind the two of them in the queue. They were speaking quietly, but not enough that she could still hear them.

'I'm just saying man, you've been out of the ice for what? Five years now and you're still not dating anyone? Don't you want to?..'.. Her gaze flicked to the back of Wilsons head as he spoke to Rogers, gesturing around... 'Try talking to someone, anyone..'

'I talk to people..'.. Rogers sighed.

'People outside of work, you know, open up your social circle..'.. Wilson turned his slightly, glancing at those sat inside the place. The queue moved, and they stepped forward to the counter... 'Hey, Cassie..'.. Wilson greeted the batista behind the counter before leaning his arm on it... 'You'll agree with me right? Cap here needs to meet new people..'

She didn't have to see his face to know that Rogers was blushing, his tense body language gave it away. Her eyes flicked to the girl behind the counter, seeing her face scarlet red... 'Uh, wh-what can I get you?..'

'I apologise for Sam, he doesn't have a filter. Could I get a white caramel, extra shot, and whatever he wants..'.. Rogers nodded to his friend.

She sighed quietly to herself, this was going to hurt, but it would be worth it, to get an in with the so called heroes. Maybe she wouldn't be recognised, it had been years. She remained quiet, and pulled out her phone from her cross body bag, pretending to be on it, scrolling through useless apps. She didn't pay attention to it, but to the two in front of her as they continued talking. Noting that they had picked up their cups off the counter, and began to turn, she stepped forward, colliding with the scalding hot coffee that Rogers had.

Hissing at the pain, she dropped her phone and pulled her shirt from her chest... 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Damn it! Can I get some paper towels?..'.. She heard Rogers panic.

'Its ok, my fault..'.. She winced, remembering to play her part. Glancing down at herself, the dark stain was slowly spreading and she bit back the chuckle, of her nipples on display through the wet material... 'I was distracted..'.. Paper towels were thrust in front of her face, and she glanced to see Rogers gaze on the floor, and his cheeks flushed... 'Are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?..'... She took them, still fanning her shirt to cool it down, and pat it with the handful of towels.

'Oh, um no. I-Im fine, I'm really sorry..'.. He mumbled, and Wilson chuckled, shaking his head.

'Man you are terrible at this. Hi..'.. He turned to her, after setting his own cup down on the counter and shrugged off his jacket... 'I'm Sam, that idiot is Steve. Here..'.. He held his jacket out to her... 'Just in case you need it..'

She smiled sweetly at him, finding herself nauseated at doing so... 'Polly, Polly Peters. Thank you, really this was my fault. I'm a little lost, and..'.. She sighed, taking the jacket then crouching down to pick up her phone, seeing it was broken, just like she wanted... 'Guess I'm even more lost now..'.. She held it up to show them, then slipped it into her bag, putting the jacket on and looking around... 'And I'm holding up the queue..'.. Polly leaned between them to the counter... 'Could I get another of what he ordered..'.. She jerked her head to Rogers... 'And a hot chocolate, extra whipped cream, and as many marshmallows you can get in there..'.. She pulled a twenty out of her bag and slid it across the counter... 'Keep the change..'.. She moved to the side, and turned to face the two of them... 'Thank you for the jacket, I promise I can return it, tomorrow?..'