It's a sunny day in the park, but the trees provide plenty of shade. To most onlookers Tess is just a business gal sitting on a bench reading a book. She doesn't appear to be looking for anyone; that doesn't mean there isn't someone to find.
She'll give it a few hours and then head to the coffee shop nearby if nothing pans out.
It's a sunny day, but not an incredibly hot day, and that makes a lot of difference. He never takes the same route from his apartment to the market. Doing so would be incredibly stupid, and he's not stupid. (Dumb about some things, sure, but never stupid.) The market is a daily affair, set up in the shade of the trees during the summer months, and the vendors get a lot of foot traffic.
He generally comes once a week, though. Rarely on the same day. Today he's after fresh food because you can only live on canned goods so long, even on the run. He separates himself from the crowd not that far from Tess, browsing a stall of fruit with gloved hands.
This is the fourth market she's cased over the last few months, her third day at this particular one. It's about time she made headway.
She notices a stranger approach the vendors - she hasn't seen him here before - gloved hands inappropriate for today's weather.
Waiting several minutes so as not to approach him right off the bat, Tess quietly gathers her things and casually makes her way toward the vendors as well, stopping to look at one just a few feet away.
Well, one of them is a stranger to this market, and it's not him. His eyes flick between going through a basket of apples and keeping an eye on the area around him. It's not overt, he simply shifts every few minutes, a physical gesture that allows him to look around.
His gaze slides across Tess briefly - with that hair, it's not hard to stand out - and then his attention drifts on to the next person in the crowd.
The apples do look especially delicious, don't they?
She moves a bit closer, reaching over to take one in her hand, weigh it and then put it back. Then she stretches to grab a bag to start dropping a few apples inside to take. This is not the most ridiculous thing she's bought while casing and hell, they really do look good.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Tess seeming moves on down the table, looking to see what else she finds intriguing.
They do! Provided nobody has sprayed them down with Assassin-B-Gone. He saw Snow White as a kid, he knows appearances can be deceiving. But maybe Tess is good enough at what she does to only rate as a potential threat to his spy radar.
Bucky gives her another glance when she shifts positions, and then spies the plum seller he's been looking for. It means he moves past her to a booth down to spaces, his expression slightly less shuttered for the first time since gaining access to the square.
<< How much for a pound? >> he asks in fluent Romanian.
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She doesn't appear to be looking for anyone; that doesn't mean there isn't someone to find.
She'll give it a few hours and then head to the coffee shop nearby if nothing pans out.
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He generally comes once a week, though. Rarely on the same day. Today he's after fresh food because you can only live on canned goods so long, even on the run. He separates himself from the crowd not that far from Tess, browsing a stall of fruit with gloved hands.
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She notices a stranger approach the vendors - she hasn't seen him here before - gloved hands inappropriate for today's weather.
Waiting several minutes so as not to approach him right off the bat, Tess quietly gathers her things and casually makes her way toward the vendors as well, stopping to look at one just a few feet away.
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His gaze slides across Tess briefly - with that hair, it's not hard to stand out - and then his attention drifts on to the next person in the crowd.
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She moves a bit closer, reaching over to take one in her hand, weigh it and then put it back. Then she stretches to grab a bag to start dropping a few apples inside to take. This is not the most ridiculous thing she's bought while casing and hell, they really do look good.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, Tess seeming moves on down the table, looking to see what else she finds intriguing.
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Bucky gives her another glance when she shifts positions, and then spies the plum seller he's been looking for. It means he moves past her to a booth down to spaces, his expression slightly less shuttered for the first time since gaining access to the square.
<< How much for a pound? >> he asks in fluent Romanian.