Peggy and Angie were sitting on their couch. Angie rested her head on Peggy's lap. Peggy's fingers played with her curls. Angie kissed Peggy's thigh. "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Oh nothing," said Peggy.
Angie stretched her legs out. "So, what about the SSR?"
Peggy stroked Angie's hair. "What about it?"
"Are you gonna to go back there?" said Angie.
"I don't know," said Peggy.
Angie lifted her head. "It's not like they're still gonna have you taking coffee orders, considering everything that happened."
"I suppose," said Peggy. "Still...I don't know. Maybe it's just that I want to do something different with my life."
Angie raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
Peggy scratched her head. "Well for one...I could become a waitress."
Angie laughed. "Real cute."
"No I'm serious," said Peggy. "You told me there's a job opening at the Automat. I could worked there for a bit until one day I land my big role on Broadway."
Angie continued to laugh. "Do you seriously want my job?"
"Maybe," said Peggy. "Why? What's wrong with that?"
"Well, let me tell you about my day," said Angie. "I have to stand up for hours, remember dozens of orders, and deal with guys who stare at me, try to touch me, and bite off my head if they catch me taking one second to rest my legs. Are you sure you want that?"
"Okay, definitely not," said Peggy. "But you know what I mean. I think I want a job that's more...well normal."
"No you don't," said Angie.
"Yes I do," said Peggy insistently.
"No you don't," said Angie. "Think about it. If you wanted a normal life, I don't think you'd have helped Stark when he came to you. You'd have just turned him in."
"I was trying to help out a friend," said Peggy.
"That was just you being a friend?" said Angie. "Well you went above and beyond what a normal friend would do."
"I guess you might have a point," said Peggy.
"Face it English," said Angie. "You don't want a normal life. You want one that's exciting, someplace where you stand out, doing something most people can't."
"That does sound nice," said Peggy.
"I mean you don't necessarily have to go back to the SSR," said Angie.
"No," said Peggy. "Maybe I could become a private eye."
"That sounds like something up your alley," said Angie.
Peggy kissed Angie's forehead. "Where would I be without you?"
"I don't know," said Angie. "I assume in some worn down, one room apartment, where the water's never warm."
"That sounds horrible," said Peggy.