Here comes the classic scene!
Holding a cup of coffee, he looked at the two people sitting opposite him.
Natasha Romanoff glanced at Steve Rogers for a while, then at Su Che.
An emotion unbefitting her identity was spreading in her eyes at this moment.
It had to be said—the auras of these two were very similar, even strikingly so.
Both were tall, slender, handsome, and tough.
Moreover, there was a trace of melancholy in both their eyes.
One pair of eyes revealed an indescribable weariness.
One seemed like a child full of confusion about the future, seemingly abandoned by the world, striving hard yet not knowing how to integrate.
The other pair of eyes was full of stories, seeming to see through all the vicissitudes of life within their mystery.
God!
Sitting together, these two were simply human-shaped attention magnets!
Tall and handsome.
Coupled with those charming, deep eyes full of stories.
Enough to make women involuntarily stir with a desire to explore.
Hearts were there.
Suddenly, two had appeared.
From today on, Peach Blossom Grove Café would likely have an endless stream of customers!
And the main clientele would definitely be women aged sixteen to forty!
No doubt about it!
If only Natasha Romanoff had found him earlier,
She would surely sigh emotionally.
In this small café, two such extraordinary men were actually hidden.
How deserving!
It wasn't just Natasha Romanoff who thought so.
Even Selina at the counter had stars in her eyes.
Especially seeing many female customers in the café secretly glancing at the boss and his friend.
Selina couldn't contain her excitement!
Oh my God, two handsome men with melancholy temperaments gathered in one café.
After this, would the café still need to worry about business?
Just based on their looks and aura, many girls would probably line up every day!
That's all money!
How much would the daily turnover be?
As for your relationship with yourself?
Well, that's not the point.
I am the manager of Peach Blossom Grove Café.
I definitely have to care about the café's business quality.
And as the manager, besides a fixed weekly salary, I also get a monthly commission.
So, naturally, I hope the café's business thrives.
The more the boss earns, the more I earn!
Well, it's a pity.
The boss just doesn't agree to put up his photo.
Otherwise, relying on the boss's good looks and the mysterious, story-filled aura of someone who's seen it all, the café's turnover could double!
If the boss and his equally melancholy friend were willing to let their photos be displayed prominently outside the café,
Then Selina felt confident the turnover could triple!
It's a shame such a good resource can't be used.
Well, another girl came over to strike up a conversation.
She wanted to take either Su Che or Steve back to her bedroom to treasure.
Only Selina wanted to conscientiously post their photos outside to attract business.
See?
This is what a qualified manager should do—not covet the boss's looks!!
In the café, near the sunny spot.
"By the way, don't both of you keep silent!"
Holding her coffee cup, looking left and right,
Natasha Romanoff finally somewhat surrendered: "Okay, okay, my job is done."
"To be honest, I think Nick Fury's idea is really good. Because the two of you are very similar in temperament and aura."
"I believe you two will have a lot to talk about."
"So, I won't disturb you."
After speaking, Natasha Romanoff put down her coffee cup, got up, and left with a smile.
Watching Natasha Romanoff leave,
Steve Rogers, who had been silent all along, laughed self-deprecatingly.
Gazing at the dazzling yet gentle sunlight outside the window,
He turned to Su Che and smiled. "Sorry, I don't know why Nick Fury asked her to bring me to you."
"I asked her before coming—you're not with S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"
"So, I seem to be causing you trouble!"
"Not at all."
Hearing Steve's polite words, Su Che picked up his coffee and took a sip: "I think you should also try this unsweetened hand-ground black coffee."
"Although the first taste is slightly sour and bitter, the aftertaste is very good if you savor it carefully."
"I'll pass."
Facing Su Che's invitation, Steve Rogers shook his head with a smile.
Looking at the coffee in his hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes: "In the past, I once met someone."
"In the name of a test, she fired a few shots at the shield in my hand. Just when I thought it was over, before the mission began, she brought me a cup of coffee."
"That's right, the unsweetened black coffee you mentioned."
"Then, amid my other friend's stifled laughter, I held my breath and drank it."
"I still remember that feeling, so I don't want to try it again!"
Having said that, Steve Rogers raised his head.
Gently stirring the spoon in his coffee cup: "You should know who I am. I think Natasha Romanoff must have at least told you!"
"Steve Rogers, who exists in the memorial hall, a legendary hero who lives up to his name."
Hearing Captain America's question, Su Che smiled, his expression unchanged.
"Yeah, an old antique that exists in the memorial hall—or rather, should always exist in the memorial hall, instead of opening his eyes and facing this strange world again."
He turned to look at the bustling, gorgeous city outside the window.
In Steve Rogers' eyes, there was an unconcealed sense of alienation.
"Actually, I've been awake for days."
As if confiding in Su Che, yet also as if talking to himself,
Steve Rogers spoke very slowly.
It was more like a bystander telling someone else's story.
"This world is very nice—there are more types of food, cars, and skyscrapers everywhere."
"There are many types of coffee, and mobile phones and computers are very common."
"Even many diseases that were very difficult in our time are easily solved now."
"Only..."
Frowning slightly, Steve fell silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Finally, he turned to Su Che and asked seriously, "Are you a psychiatrist? Nick Fury said I needed a psychiatrist, then asked Ms. Natasha Romanoff to bring me to you."
"But I feel you're not a psychiatrist."
"My intuition has always been very accurate. I can always sense that kind of feeling from you—that is... that feeling just like me."
"It's like wandering outside this world, not belonging to the people who should appear in this era."
"Sorry, I don't know how to describe this feeling."
As the immortal legend among legends, Steve Rogers was very observant.
Thus, he could easily detect from the very young-looking Su Che before him
That aura is so similar to his own at the moment, even very consistent.
As if he were of the same kind—not belonging to this world!
But he wasn't sure.
After all, his own experience was already bizarre enough.
How could there be someone like him who didn't belong to this era?
Although he also hoped to have a kindred spirit so he wouldn't seem so lonely.
But this was ridiculous...