There comes a time during the bidding in which Steve feels more than a little self-conscious, for multiple reasons.

The rate at which the price is rising, for one. But maybe more importantly, the way that he finds himself always looking back at her — the woman with glasses who had so shyly placed her first bid. It feels ... maybe just a little unfair that he isn't giving anyone else that much attention, but there's something that strikes him about how nervous she seems.

It reminds him of a lot of things, including how nervous he'd always been, as that little kid from Brooklyn. The guy who was so short sometimes, dames in their high heels would look right over his head.

When a woman in blue declares twenty thousand though, Steve can't help but look over. It's clear that the room does too, and the hushed silence that follows has Steve's gaze wandering back to Lulu. Are you going to bid again? he asks, silently, with a small tilt of his head.

And for the first time, she isn't paying attention to him. She's working through something in her mind, and when she reaches her hand up and says fifty thousand, Steve's expression turns to shock. He glances over to Jack even, to confirm that everyone here just heard that.

Then the thirty full seconds of silence from the crowd begins as going once, going twice ... and the announcement makes it official. She's won.

Steve can't help but crack a smile. The nervous girl with the glasses — she won.