New York City
23.00
1946
"What's wrong sugar? Has someone messed up your day?"
A young lady sat at the bar of Automat. Alone, unfortunately. Her friend wasn't at work right now, what was... Really uncommon. The young lady was the only living soul in the restraunt, besides of one of the waitresses, a middle-aged lady called Sasha.
"No Sasha," the young lady responded. "This time-"
"Don't tell me you've done it this time yourself, sugarcube," Sasha said. "That's what men want you to think, but it's the other way round."
She put a glass in front of her.
"From the house, miss Carter. Looks like you need it. A strawberry shake will be good for you."
With a soft smile, Peggy started to nip from her milkshake.
"Let me give you one advise, sugar cube," Sasha said. "Time can heal all wounds, even those who seem impossible to heal."
Peggy laughed. "You're to sweet for this dark wide world, are you aware of that?"
Sasha grinned. "Girl, you should know where I am aware of."
*
When she entered her room, Sasha tossed her shoes off, something what made her feel much more better.
Yugh, she really hated the middle-aged fat lady outfit. But it was the only way to get closer to Miss Carter. Appearing as the second female agent on the USSR? Too predictable. And too much her real style.
"Where have I left that bowl...." She murmled to herself. She searched in the kitchen of her appartment for a while, but after a few minutes, she got it. She filled the bowl with water, and spoke a few words.
The water changed into a view of Miss Carter, reading in a book on her room.
"Well well well, miss Peggy Carter," Sasha murmled. "It seems we're gonna get a lot of fun together..."