And as Wanda caught a glimpse of his past self, she felt a warmth in the pit of her stomach turn. She liked it when she saw him taking control, she wanted to see more, she wanted him to show her more...
                              
"What?" Strange asked her as he finished ordering, "Did I do something again?"
                              
"No, quite the opposite," Stephen raised his eyebrows in confusion, slightly aware of the fact she might have been aroused at the way she was smiling at him but it would have to wait until later.
                              
He wanted to catch up with her, he simply just wanted them to talk at the moment. 
                              
"So, what did you order?" Wanda looked down at the menu he tucked in the corner.
                              
"Just something special for us," Stephen had a playful smirk, "So, how old are you?"
                              
"I am twenty years of age as of today, Doctor."
                              
"Oh," Stephen winced, "That's brutal. You're an old woman now, Maximoff. You have been playing me this whole time, I am way too young for you."
                              
Wanda laughed, she felt a blush surround her face as he smiled with glee and continued his mockery, "Yeah, that is brutal."
                              
When the laughter died down, the desserts had been served, turning out to be a large ice cream sundae in which they shared the spoon and he had brazenly ordered a bottle of wine for them, it became quiet.
                              
Wanda decided to answer the question she knew Stephen wouldn't bother to say out loud, "I don't care that you're older than me. I know it's weird, I can see people staring and wondering whether I'm in danger or something but I don't care. Not at all. I think in my eyes you aren't even that old at all and I don't care if I have to see you old and wrinkly. As long as I'm the only one who's seeing you that way."
                              
Stephen felt his heart swell so much it hurt and could only hope she knew an inch of what he felt for her. "Thank you, I've always wondered."
                              
"Now you don't have to," She gave him a warm smile before taking a sip of her glass of wine. 
                              
"You wanna finish the rest of this bottle?" Stephen pointed at the wine.
                              
"No thanks," Wanda chuckled, "Let's get out of here."
                              
"Indeed," Stephen rose from the seat, "What about the bill?"
                              
"It's okay," Wanda grabbed her bag, "We've charged everything under Stark."
                              
"Of course you have," He laughed, "Same old Maximoff."
                              
Wanda laughed with him before grabbing slotting her fingers into his own, "Let's go."
                              
*
                              
"We can't do this..." Stephen groaned as Wanda attacked the nape of his neck with her mouth, "Not here."
                              
They would be exposed to anyone who walked by, no one was in the alleyway. However, there were still civilians walking by in the street who could easily turn the corner and see them. 
                              
"I want them to see..." Wanda whispered into his ears, "Don't you?"
                              
He was certain she was a bit drunk, that was definitely the last time he helped an under-aged person drink alcohol.