The equipment was almost stowed. After the firemen sweeping the building came out and gave the all clear, they'd be ready to go. EMTs had things covered with the potentially sick workers and--
--yegads.
She was cute, which was not the big deal. Steve was shy, not blind, and he saw attractive women all the time. The big deal was that he was certain he'd seen her before. Even squinting against the sun and uncomfortable in heels, Peggy was clearly the woman from the dream. Steve couldn't leave without talking to her. And that, most likely, would spell disaster. It was Steve. He didn't approach women if he at all fancied them; not even if it had been a dream crush and completely absurd.
Right. Well. Better to do it before he changed his mind.
Steve took a deep breath, stopped over at the engine, and reached inside to pull a pair of sunglasses from the seat. An excuse to one of the crew (going to go check on the EMTs, be right back) and he was on his way over to the ambulance and Peggy.
Uh. Tan and reflective was not the first impression he'd have wanted to make, all told, but there was no helping the uniform. Instead, he stuck out a hand and offered the sunglasses. They were a man's, non-prescription, and probably far too big for Peggy's face, but it seemed like a good opening gesture.