She appreciates the way he doesn’t press her to talk. The generation she’s a part of is so foreign to her, spilling their guts up online about their lives at every moment. She much prefers the old sensibilities about minding your own business unless someone invited you to be a part of theirs.

Yelena happily accepts the beer that he offered her, opening it for a sip before she said, “Why don’t we watch one of your favorite ones? From when movies were still so new,” she teases with a grin.

“I mean it, though- I like old movies.”