For a long moment, Steve isn't sure what to do. He feels hurt, and he feels stupid for feeling hurt, and also kind of embarrassed. He wonders if this is how he used to make girls feel, and if this is karma coming back to him or something because this sure does suck.

He tries to tell himself that it doesn't matter. Maeve likes him. She came and found him. She wants to leave with him, and that's not nothing. So, maybe she doesn't like just him. This is what he told himself that he wanted, not even that long ago.

"Yeah, we can get out of here." She looks nervous, what with the way she's practically gnawing on her thumb, and Steve reaches up to curl his hand around her wrist and gently ease it away from her mouth. After knocking back the last dregs of his beer, he sets the glass down and straightens the lapels of his jacket before reaching into his pocket to pull out a few singles to put into the tip jar. Her coat check ticket is in the other pocket, and Steve holds it up with his best attempt at a casual smile. "I'm all partied out."