"Oh, it's simple. I call beautiful women, invite them to dinner and silently laugh in my head at their jealousy." Simon tells her, opening the door to the steakhouse and letting her pass him.
"Is it petty? Yes. Do I feel bad? Not really." Simon says, opening the next door to the restaurant proper. The place looks like an 1920's club, with circular tables dotting the area. They're spaced pretty far apart, so that each table has a modicum of privacy to them, but Simon's already reserved an private booth for the two of them.
"You look great, Carol." he says as the maitre 'd escorts them to their table. Once she's seated, he'll take the chair across from her and sit down, looking her over.
"How are things with you and the Avengers after all of that? I heard Steve's back. How is he?" Simon asks.
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