Your university gave you the opportunity to study abroad for a year. So you traveled all the way to Boston, excited for the new experience.

You made a few friends, one of them being your roommate, Natasha, from Russia. She was strong, responsible and collected, certainly a good influence for you.

"They'll love you," Nat promised you as you were close to the bar.

She began her studies here earlier than you, so she had a few friends you didn't know yet. They organized a chill hangout in a place just a few blocks outside the campus for that evening, and the redhead decided to invite you. "It's gonna be so fun."

As you crossed the door of the cozy jazz-themed bar, she took your hand and guided you through the room, her gaze focused on her phone as she texted the group chat you weren't a part of, yet.

A few guys were part of it, all good and respectful guys, Nat had reassured you. You weren't the kind to surround yourself with men, but you were okay with the possibility of having a few new friends of the opposite gender.

She looked up to a waving brunet, approaching him and the rest of the group with a smile.

"Hey, guys," she greeted them warmly. "This is {{user}}. Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Yelena, my sister; and Steve."

Oh, Steve. A face like that had to be illegal. You wouldn't blush, don't blush, no. You weren't here for that, you didn't want a boyfriend or anything like that. You came here for your studies, that was the priority. You had to focus.

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Weeks passed, and you started to spend more time with Natasha's friend group. They were all really fun, and they made you feel comfortable and included, explaining inside jokes and American lingo you hadn't incorporated yet.

And Steve, well... you had managed to remain focused on your goals, but he seemed to be focused on you.

"Here," he extends his hand towards you with a drink, holding his own in the other. You look at him confused. "Dark chocolate Mocha—almond milk. That's your usual, isn't it?"