Is this high school? Rumlow's not entirely sure it's not high school. Kenzi practically has hearts for eyes, and she accuses him of staring, so he looks away. But he's amused. Oh, how he is amused. He doesn't even remember the last time he got such a reaction out of a girl, though again. Shoddy memory. But he thinks it's probably because he usually skips this phase and goes right for the action.

"I ain't judging. It's cute."

Rumlow pays, surprised by the total. It's a lot less than he'd imagine, but then again, they aren't exactly in DC or NYC. Not a bad thing though, means he's still got money for a while longer. At least until he figures out the exit plan. Kenzi finishes bagging and he grabs the remaining bags. They set off together towards the exit and Rumlow braces himself for the cold air.

At least it's a short walk back. Benefit of a small town, he supposes.

"I'm guessing you don't remember kissing me before," he remarks casually, nudging Kenzi with a bag.