[ Considering there's nothing to look at out there, this guy spends an awfully long time hovering next to the display window outside. He's certainly not perusing the sign, which he'd only given a cursory glance about a minute ago, if anyone's timing him. Instead he's staring at the ground with his arms crossed over his chest, frowning at it with a worried line across his brow like the sidewalk's got no business being there.
Or maybe that's just him.
He takes a breath and finally lets his arms fall to his sides at that thought, though if anything it makes him look even less relaxed. His shoulders pull back and straighten his spine with military stiffness, and he sets his jaw and generally doesn't do anything to help himself look like he belongs there when he pushes his way through the door. No man ever really does, but Steve suspects he's especially bulky amidst all the delicate material and lace on all sides. ]
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Or maybe that's just him.
He takes a breath and finally lets his arms fall to his sides at that thought, though if anything it makes him look even less relaxed. His shoulders pull back and straighten his spine with military stiffness, and he sets his jaw and generally doesn't do anything to help himself look like he belongs there when he pushes his way through the door. No man ever really does, but Steve suspects he's especially bulky amidst all the delicate material and lace on all sides. ]