Re: date!: peggy/steve
["She's dressed up as well." That's one hell of an understatement. Steve's smile lights up like wildfire, bright and instant, before freezing on his lips as Peggy steps outside fully. His mind stutters to a stop, taking all the half-mangled greetings with it. She's stunning, is the first thing he thinks. The second is a little quicker, just a flick of the eyes as he tries to figure out where to look. Just Peggy stepping out of the apartment manages to fluster him, bringing something of a blush to Steve's cheeks. It's just—he's never—she's always beautiful, of course, intimidating, steely, and beautiful, but. He blinks, his mouth opening slowly as his braked mind attempts to come up with something as complicated as a sentence. He clears is throat and looks at her. With a nod:] Ma'am.
[Steve takes the viscaria bouquet, done up in purples and pinks that match her lipstick, and holds it out to her like a schoolboy.] It—the florist said it means can I have a dance.
[He smiles again, trying to recover his higher brain functions as he steps up to slip an arm around Peggy, one hand at the small of her back. A part of him, that tiny kid who got stepped on like a bug, can't believe she's here with him, of all people. It's like a dream. He can't help but speak earnestly.] I wish I was better with words. I can't even begin to tell you how beautiful you look.
[When they get to the door of the simple black sedan, he opens it for her, and slides in after her.]