Bucky rolls his eyes fondly at the false accusation, sipping from his wine as he looks at Sylvie. If she had told him that she'd rather go to the hot dog cart, that's where they would have gone. It isn't the restaurant or their clothes or the overpriced wine that he's looking for. It's just time with her, just the two of them, enjoying something together.

"Are you going to try and say that I don't?" He asks with an amused laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners as his nose wrinkles in thought. They have a lot of things in common, some of them very obvious and some not, but Bucky decides to keep it light, and go with something completely superficial. "We both have good fashion sense."