"What song is that?"

Peggy looks up from the file she was reading. "Sorry, what?"

Daniel leans back in his office chair. "You've been humming the same song all morning. I've never heard it before. What is it?"

Oh. It was that song, from that dream. Why can't she get that tune out of her head? "Um. Just something I made up."

He raises an eyebrow. "You're blushing."

"I am not!" she denies, though she knows she most certainly is.

"Oh?" Daniel crosses his arms and looks at her expectantly.

The situation is getting desperate. Peggy puts down the file and grabs Daniel's half empty coffee cup. "Shall I get you a refill?"

She marches off before he can even reply. Down the hall in the breakroom, she takes her time brewing a fresh pot of coffee and adds an extra scoop for him without thinking about it. It was just a silly dream and it was months ago; why is she so embarrassed? Everyone has strange dreams sometimes. With elaborate musical numbers. Right.

Peggy steps back into Daniel's office and sets his mug down a bit harder than intended. "Thanks, Peg," he says. He still has a little smirk on his face as he turns back to his work.

She settles into her chair across from him and is almost ready to believe that's the last of it—except then Daniel starts whistling the same tune back to her. She puts her pen down. "Oh, really now—"

He grins. "It's catchy. You sure you won't tell me what it's from?"

"Fine," she snaps. "I had a dream. You were in it."

"And?"

"And Mr. Jarvis was in it too. And Jason, and my friend Angie. Dottie Underwood was dressed like a waitress. Rose punched me in the face."

He nods slowly. "Okay…"

She's really flustered now. "You were dancing and singing, and I can't get the song out of my head."

Whatever Daniel was expecting to hear, it clearly wasn't this. He almost chokes on his coffee. "Me? Dancing and singing, like something out of Broadway? Must've been quite the show. I'd say I dance like I have two left feet, except I'd be overstating things."

Somehow, she can't quite bring herself to tell him about the way he had strolled towards her and offered her his hand without hesitation. Or how he spun her around and effortlessly lowered her into a dip. Or how he pulled her in close, her face just inches from his. "But you sing?"

Now it's his turn to be embarrassed. "Maybe."

"I'd like to hear it," Peggy says with a smile.

Daniel flushes. "We'll see." He suddenly becomes very serious. "I had a dream about you too. You were dressed like a sailor and you were tap dancing on a table."

She stares at him. "You must be joking."

"No, no." He shakes his head. "You were pretty good at it, Peg. Didn't know you had it in you. You should show me sometime." Then he starts laughing.

"Why you—" Peggy reaches over and gives him a little shove.

He catches her hand and gives her a smile that takes her breath away. "Well. I think we should make a date of it tonight. You show me your moves and I'll show you mine."

A smile spreads across her face. "Deal."

Sometimes when Daniel's doing mundane things like filling out paperwork at his desk or taking a phone call, Peggy finds herself just looking at him. Memorizing the slight frown on his face when he's concentrating; the way he taps his pen against his thigh when he's worried. She's caught him watching her too, with such tenderness in his eyes that it makes her heart melt. Her own good fortune continually amazes her. Just last year, she had been sitting two desks behind him in New York, griping about their coworkers and yearning for more. But she never would have imagined this.

In Daniel's living room later that evening, they turn on the radio and dance. Leaning on each other, her body pressed up against his, taking it step by step. And no, it's not the way Peggy dreamed it—it's so much more.