Steve turned around quickly, having not expecting to see Peggy for a least a little while longer. "I...I don't think I even remember the name of it." he smiled a little bit, "It was something by Bing Crosby my mom used to listen to all the time, before we sold the victrola." he told her, setting his knife down and wiping his hands on a towel hanging from the stings of her apron that he'd folded in half to wear at his waist. He walked over to her and rest his hands on either side of her waist and kissed her softly. "How are you?" he asked, giving her a gentle smile that actually reached his eyes this time.