[ yelena is till taking a few aesthetic shots of the diner when she feels a familiar shoulder bump, tucking her phone into one of her many pockets. she has crossed paths with him enough to know that this is just the bucky way to say hi. that, or suddenly turning up at her side and greeting her with a quip.

(she can't really fault him for it; she's the same way.) ]

Hello, James. You like my jacket? I thrifted it.

[ she turns to face him with the scrunch of her nose, quickly giving him a once-over. his hair looks nice, but he looks tired. she wonders if she looks just as tired. ]

And you know, you're really not missing much. Elaine is the only funny thing about Seinfeld— Come on. [ yelena waves a nonchalant hand for him to follow her and and she's holding the door open for him because she is such a gentlewoman. ] I am starving.