[ Jesse's definitely more street smart than 'book smart', but given his wide swath of life experiences, he has some wisdom to him that's a little beyond his years. Or maybe it's just that he tends to come off as more immature than he really is under the surface.

Jesse doesn't know enough about Natasha to share the fear that some others might have of her, but knowing about the whole Avengers thing, he can see why some people might be a little intimidated. Jesse isn't that easy to rattle. At least not by conventional means. Sure, put a gun to his head and he might turn into a sniveling little shit, but he's not scared of someone based on their status alone.

It's one of the reasons he doesn't feel nervous as he presses a hand to the panel beside the door, leaning his weight against his arm while he waits for Natasha to answer. WHen she does, he straightens up and gives her a smile. ]

Hey, you too. It's Jesse, by the way. I dunno if I mentioned that. Nice, uh, nice digs.

[ He comments on her place, gesturing with a general sweep of his hand. ]

You gonna let me in?

[ Jesse laughs and steps inside once she lets him. He's quick to shrug off his hoodie, but he just drapes it over his shoulder as he steps further inside her apartment. ]

So where's this table at?

[ No reason to beat around the bush--he might as well get right down to it. ]