"Sure I can. Some is red, and some is white," Bucky replies with a smirk, taking a sip of the wine. It's smooth enough that he can tell that it's probably expensive, lacking the bitter burn of cheaper swill, but that's about as far as his knowledge on the topic goes.

"You look amazing, by the way," he tells her, mostly because he can't stop staring at her. If he were sitting closer, he'd reach out to touch her because he always wants to be touching her, if possible. For now, he settles on gazing at her adoringly. "I'm not sure that I told you that."

He chuckles a little and shakes his head as he sets down his glass. "I haven't been on a proper date with a beautiful woman for a long time. I tried back in New York, after everything, but it was pointless. I had nothing in common with anyone anymore."