#pot reference

“I didn’t take you for aStarbucks guy.  Or a chain store guy,really.”

Steve glanced over to hisleft.  Jennifer Walters was giving him asmall, tired smile.  He hadn’t met her,officially.  A few hand-shakes and bitsof small-talk exchanged at events but not more than that.  

“Because I dress like ahipster?”  He parroted the good-naturedjab from Tony.  

“Because you’re onehundred.  And also the hipster thing.”

Steve laughed.  “I didn’t expect to see you in my neck of thewoods.”

She hummed, accepting hercup form the barista.  “I’ve got ameeting with your landlord today, did he not tell you?”

“He didn’t.”  Steve nodded to her cup.  “Though I appreciate your optimism.  A medium instead of a large.”

“You mean a Venti.”Jennifer tapped her cup to his in a ‘cheers’ motion.  “This is just the beginning.  I’ll need an excuse to take a break partwaythrough our meeting for another and to meditate.  I wonder sometimes how Banner does it.”

Steve held the door forher, walking towards the Tower with her at an easy pace.  “I think it really is a huge bag of weed.”

Jennifer laughed.  “By the way, I meant to ask you, at theChildren’s Hospital event, how does a woman go about getting a chance to pickyour brain?  I’ve had an interesting casefall into my lap and I’d appreciate some insight from someone who’s familiarwith the intent and the slang of the 20s and 30s.”

“There’re a lot of coffeeplaces between the Tower and your office. I’d be glad to meet you any time.”