"Daniel," she said, watching him as he turned expectantly back to her. "If you're in the mood for something besides a beer later, you may want to go with me and Jack to the L&L Automat after work. They've got good pie, and, ah, I think you'd enjoy the view you'll find there."

Daniel looked at her strangely, but she just grinned at him, somehow knowing that he would take her advice.

She noticed him. Just like she always did, just like he always thought she didn't, Angie noticed the moment Mr. Edwin Jarvis stepped into the automat. It was early enough that they were past the lunch rush but also had time if they wanted to talk before the after-work crowd started coming in. He was well-dressed and had nice timing. She could get behind that.

He sat down at a table that was in her section – on purpose, she hoped – and she sashayed over to the table, asking teasingly, "You gonna point to what you want again?"

He glanced at her nervously, fiddling with the cuff of his suit – without saying a word.

"Hey," she said carefully, trying not to let her disappointment shine through. "It's fine. I'll get you your coffee, alright?"

She was back within a couple of minutes, setting the saucer and cup down on the table. If he needed time to gather his nerve, then she could try her best to give that to him; she had come at him pretty harshly the last time they'd talked, after all.

There was a sharp, nearly panicked inhale from the butler and then suddenly a hand was clamped firmly around her wrist, and she wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't sure that she minded as he looked up at her with those wide eyes, obviously trying to find the right words. She smiled gently, encouragingly, already knowing full well what those words would be.

And he spoke… or managed to croak out a couple of words: "Darling Angie," her smile widened – he was on the right track so far – and he cleared his throat, encouraged by her expression as he tried again, saying in a low, impassioned tone that cut straight through all her remaining insecurities, "I am so sorry I hurt you, and I don't ever want you to think that you are unwanted because, frankly, I find myself quite entranced with you, without us ever having spoken together."

Angie melted, smiling as she admitted softly, "I love you too."

He opened his mouth to say something more, but some man on the opposite side of the aisle called out, "Miss, I have my order ready now."

Angie's entire face fell as Edwin – dear lord; no, that was not an acceptable name; she was going to call him Eddie if it killed him – clamped his lips closed, an amused and sympathetic smile tilting them at her expression. "I hate the service industry," she murmured under her breath.

He laughed outright, informing her, "It could be worse."

"How!"

"You could spend your days catering to the whims of an eccentric millionaire like Howard Stark."

She winced as the customer repeated, "Miss?"

"Go on," Eddie said, inclining his head towards the man as he ran his thumb experimentally over the back of her hand. "The customer must always come first."

"You're a customer."

"And I will be here until the end of your shift. Go, I don't want you to be reprimanded."

She granted him one more smile and turned away to go do her work. For the next couple of hours, every time she looked his way, he was looking back at her. Until, ten minutes until her shift ended, he was looking elsewhere. Because there were three more people crowded around the table where he sat. Peggy, Agent Thompson… and Daniel.

At that exact moment, Peg caught her eye and waved her over eagerly with one hand, eyes canting pointedly towards Daniel. Even in her own excitement over seeing Daniel there, it didn't escape Angie's notice that Agent Thompson was holding Peggy's other hand under the table.

So that's how this is gonna work. Eddie and Anna, Peg and Thompson… and her and Daniel?

At Peggy's movement, all three men at the table turned to look at her. A shy smile came to Daniel's face, and she pressed her hand to her heart, feeling it give an unexpected flutter. Realizing she must be wearing the goofiest of smiles, she plastered on what she hoped was a confident smile that didn't show the giddy emotions causing butterflies of the best kind in her stomach and waltzed over, unable to resist softly laying a hand on Daniel's shoulders as she asked congenially, "Can I get you anything?"

"Nah," Agent Thompson said. "The four of us are going to be leaving soon."

"We hoped you'd join us," Daniel added carefully, giving her much the same panicked but adoring look that Eddie had earlier.

She squeezed his shoulder, replying brightly, "I'd love to."

The next ten minutes were some of the longest in her life, and the moment the clock gave her permission, she was grabbing her purse and skidding to a halt in front of the table occupied by her soulmates. "Ready?"

"Do you even know where we're going?" Peggy asked in amusement.

"Nope, and I don't care, so long as you all are coming. Is it the address Mr. Stark gave me?"

"Well, there's been a slight change of plans," Peggy said. "Jack and Mr. Jarvis have a couple of things that they need to discuss, so I'm going to go with them to our destination, and you and Daniel are going to drive back to the Griffith since I assumed that you would want to, ah," she grinned at Angie's hand, which had fallen back onto Daniel's shoulder without the waitress even noticing. "Change out of your uniform."

"Mm," Angie grinned unabashedly. "That does sound nice."

Eddie broke in, saying carefully, "You should, however, expect your room to be a little… devoid of personal affects."

"Why?" Angie asked in alarm.

"Mr. Stark's errand this morning turned out to be a little more complicated then he at first presented it to be," Eddie answered cryptically, looking like he was enjoying his secret. "But I promise you won't mind the end result."