"That's all that I ask," he drawls out, patting Sylvie's hand on his arm as he leans over to thank the driver. After shutting the door, he turns away and leads Sylvie up to the restaurant, opening the door for her and following her inside to approach the hostess. "Hi, I have a reservation under Barnes?"

"Right this way," the hostess says, leading them to a table in a quieter corner by the windows, just as Bucky requested. She sets down leather bound menus and Bucky thanks her, stopping short of helping Sylvie with her chair. That's a little too antiquated, even for him. "This place does tapas, small plates. I thought we could get a bunch of things to share, see what we like."

Sylvie, like Bucky, doesn't seem to be the pickiest eater. Probably hard to be in an apocalypse, or when you're a soldier (or a prisoner). He'll eat most things, so he's sure they'll find a nice assortment here.