Peggy impatiently tapped her foot as she rode the elevator. When the door opened, she hurried out, determined not to lose her nerve. She reached the door and knocked, fully aware that she could be waking the person, or people, inside.
Don swung the door open, dressed in boxers and a white t-shirt, concern etched on his face.
"I don't know what I'm doing here," Peggy blurted out, looking directly at Don. In one fluid motion, he stepped toward Peggy, leaned down and kissed her, and pulled her toward him and into his apartment, closing the door.
Once they were inside, Don pulled away, eyes wide and fearful at what he had just done. "I'm sorry, Peggy. I shouldn't…"
Confident in the decision she'd made, Peggy grabbed a handful of Don's shirt, pulling him toward her. "Bedroom. Now."
Peggy struggled to open her eyes against the sun streaming in through the curtains. She blinked rapidly, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. She was trying to recall the night before. She remembered Don coming to her apartment, remembered the letters, remembered having dinner with Ted...but there was something else. As she slowly sat up, Ted's shadow appeared, stepping out of the bathroom.
"You're awake," he said cheerfully. "I ordered us breakfast."
Peggy stared at him, remembering what it was that she had forgotten, but realizing that her encounter with Don must have been a dream.
"Peggy? Are you okay?" Ted rushed to her side, concerned.
"Fine," she said clearing her throat. "Just a strange dream."
Ted smiled, sitting down next to her and running his fingers through her hair. "Good. For a minute I was worried you were second guessing yourself. Second guessing us." The way Ted said it made Peggy realize that he was questioning her, trying to figure out whether she was feeling differently since their conversation at dinner.
Peggy shook her head. "No, no. Just…I should go. I need to get to the office. I don't want anyone to see us come in together."
Ted furrowed his brow. "Peggy, really? They talk already, let them keep talking. What does it matter to them if we're in love?"
She shrugged out of Ted's arms. "It's just that I don't want to be parading around in front of everyone until your divorce is final. I don't want to be that girl, Ted. You know that." Peggy tried to sound as convincing as possible as she gathered her clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Ted stayed seated on the bed, growing more confused by Peggy's demeanor, but willing to do whatever it took to keep her happy. "Of course, sure. Business as usual."
