Chapter 2

Crunching the leaves as she walks Peggy, fishes out the pocket watch, plain-Jane gold but it means a lot to her. It was a parting gift from her dear grandfather. "To remind you of home," he'd said, giving her a tight hug just before she boarded her plane to the United States.

He passed away last year in April, an automobile accident; she couldn't go to the funeral due to her visa being in the works still. She cried for days on Howard's shoulder.

Peggy gives a watery smile and checks the time. 2:15,Peggy thinks, pulling open the café door. A five minute walk, just like Steve said.

Walking in, a bell rings, alerting anyone working that they have a customer. The bell does its job because out comes a young woman – dirty blonde, younger than Peggy. "Hiya," the girl says, smiling, "welcome to Yo Jo. What can I get for ya?"

Peggy pauses, stuttering over her order, because for the love of the Queen, that smile is beautiful.

While Peggy stands there motionless, trying to engrave that smile to memory, the dirty blonde waits patiently. She's wearing a grey vintage worn 'Yo Jo Coffee Shop' t-shirt paired with a maroon cardigan, a pair of light jeans, and some black converse. Her name tag reads 'Angie'.

Angie takes in the appearance of the brunette, wearing a loose red beanie, a navy winter coat with a plain white t-shirt underneath, along with a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a pair of brown Doc Marten boots.

Realizing that she's been standing there for a good minute or so Peggy snaps out of it. For God's Sake Carter, Peggy thinks, scoffing inwardly. Get it together; you act like you've never seen a woman before. "Um excuse me? I'd like to place my order."

The voice startles Angie, for she had been staring as well. She blushes, quickly getting behind the register to place the order. "Sure thing. What'll it be?"

"I'll just have an Earl Grey tea. Regular, please. Thank you."

"Alrighty, one grey regular coming right up!" Angie finishes ringing Peggy up and turns to make the order.

Peggy takes in the atmosphere of the shop – very quaint and homey with its pictures, posters, and inspirational sayings littering the walls.

"Order for English!"

Peggy turns towards the counter, walking up to the ever-smiling dirty blonde. Going in to grab the steaming cup Peggy and the young woman accidentally brush pinkies, leading Peggy to quickly grab the cup and bring it towards her, successfully spilling the piping hot tea all over her and her white t-shirt. "Oh bloody hell!" the Englishwoman exclaims, continuing to mutter curses under her breath.

"Oh geez Louise, I'm so sorry! Here, let me get a rag!" Angie calls over her shoulder, already going to the back.

As to not burn herself any further, Peggy removes her coat and t-shirt, leaving her in only a light grey tank top.

Angie comes from the back only to stop in her tracks. Seeing the brunette in just a tad too tight tank top makes her ears flush and face go red. Angie shakes her head to refocus on the burn she knows is starting to cover Peggy's abdomen and hops over the counter, dabbing at Peggy's chest with the rag.

Peggy blushes a deep red – not because she is ashamed of her body, quite the opposite actually; just embarrassed due to the situation as a whole.

A few minutes pass and Angie sees that Early Grey is pretty much gone from Peggy's stomach. Satisfied with the cleanup Angie gets up from where she is kneeling and inspects the spot on the material of the tank, brown and very noticeable. "I'm really sorry about that, I'll get ya shirt. What size do ya wear?"

"Um a large, please."

Angie nods, evaluating what the Brit is wearing, and then makes her way to the back.

Peggy looks at the stain, gauging the spot. Well it was time for a new one anyway; it had a hole in the back. Still, she tries not to grimace as she sees Angie come back with an off-white Yo Jo Coffee Shop t-shirt just like hers.

"There's a restroom if you want to change, down the hall to the right." Angie says, tilting her head in the direction of the bathroom.

Peggy nods her thanks and heads off to change her shirt. Taking no more than five minutes to change, Peggy makes her way back to the front of the shop. Nearing the counter, she sees the dirty blonde holding another cup of what Peggy assumes is tea and a piece of what looks to be rhubarb pie. Peggy arches her eyebrow in confusion.

Angie lifts up the tea in one hand and the pie in the other, grinning her megawatt smile. "Peace offering?"

And Peggy knows she's screwed.