His eyes averted to the lady before smiling back, “Hi there.”
She bursts out laughing. “Oh man.. I don’t know…if that’s bad or good that I look like a chef.” She pats her cheeks, still laughing. “I do the what’s it called… acting!” she chuckled. “What do you do?”
He chuckled in pure and utter embarrassment, shaking his head. “No, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to put it that way.” He nodded and licked his dried lips. “Acting? Oh I see. Are you currently working on a film right now?” Bucky smiled and shrugged. “Just a barista, ma'am.”
