Steve tries not to eavesdrop, but in close quarters there's not a whole lot he can do about his good hearing. He looks up from his sketchpad (the basket of onion rings nearby has left a grease stain in the corner, but instead of scrap the project he found a way to work it in), twin lines between his eyebrows as he looks at the other man.

He doesn't recognize him. The way he styles his hair and the sharp way he dresses is familiar enough to him, though.

"Peggy Carter's a hard gal to forget," he says, trying to look unobtrusive. He glances down for a second, spinning his pencil between his fingers before he continues. "And I guess Stark leaves an impression, too."