Tony had woken up feeling better than he had ever felt before. There was no dark mood swarming him the moment he regained consciousness and while the hangover had sucked his mind was clear. But with a clear mind came the disgust at his previous actions. It was pathetic how he trailed after others for a scrap of attention.

It was a bid to distance himself from his miserable actions that he goes to a coffee shop instead of a bar. He didn't consider it a vice of his any more so while he would have appreciated the drink he was going to prove that he wasn't dependent.

However the red head staring at him from across the room has him forgoing an empty table to join hers.

"Like what you see?"

Red heads hadn't been his type since Natasha, but as she was no longer a painful memory there was no need to limit his options.