Seeing Steve Rogers is always an event. Like running into a wall and rendered stunned by how darned handsome the guy is. For a couple of seconds, Sookie blinks, unsure where her thoughts exactly were before he swept in. (It's terrible, she knows, to be so gobsmacked by someone's appearance alone, but she hasn't yet found a solution to the problem.)

"Hey," she says, straightening up and offering a slowly relaxing smile. Sookie rubs at a shoulder, trying to work out the tension. "Actually, I'm off my shift right now, so no. Waiting for Lafayette's shift to end so that we can walk home together. I never used to be nervous about walking on my own, but with the recent string of crimes, I thought I should opt for being careful."

She waves to the empty seat next to her. "But if I can tug you into keeping me company, I am so not above begging," she admits with a soft laugh. "It's been a while. How've you been, Steve?"