"Natasha." As she answers, she takes his hand in hers, running her fingers up his and threading them together loosely. No hiding that she's running a little too cool to be normal like this, and no missing that he's warm, and she can all but feel the blood in him when he mentions dinner. "Nice to meet you, Matt."

He makes a good impression, though. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to talk to him for more than a few minutes.

"I'd be open to discussing dinner."