Not expecting that, she suddenly smiles at him.

"I think that sounds perfectly acceptable," Natasha says, and the vendor looks relieved. She lets Alex pay, using the time to scout out a table for them, and then darts off to claim it as the current occupants leave. The table itself is a little rickety, but it's at the end of the row with a good view of the door, and no one has to have their back to a window.

It's acceptable enough.