A/N: I don't own Agent Carter nor the characters within. So, this is a collection of Cartinelli drabbles and short stories, all one-shots unless specifically stated. Posted in order of being written.

So maybe Angie kept her best pots of coffee for the English lady who walked in most mornings. So maybe she remembered the exact moment the English lady (a Peggy Carter she learned almost haphazardly the second or third time she had come into the automat, overhearing a bitter muttering as the lady slid into what was becoming her normal booth) asked for that coffee instead of the tea she'd ordered the first couple of times. So maybe she counted the times she got a full smile from those equally full lips, Peggy Carter slowly relaxing around her as Angie allowed herself free rein in talking and coaxing and encouraging.

So maybe now, Angie smiled, resting her elbows comfortably on the table top as Peggy Carter, English lady, smiled back at her over the rim of her coffee cup, she lived for those moments.