Shutting the door was heartbreaking. He was SO good looking and so innocent that she just wanted to cuddle him like a teddy bear for hours and hours but had she stayed at the door staring at him any longer he’d think she was some form of weirdo and probably never want to see her again. That’s the last impression she wanted to make… for the job’s sake of course, of course… right?

As the door clicked shut she turned around, placing her small back against the door frame and allowed her whole body to shiver with a delight she hadn’t felt in years. The last boyfriend she had was in high school so it’s been a long time since she had any attention from a man… unless you count Tony, who is more of a pig than a man. Stupid Stark. BUT! There was no reason for her to have him on her mind; she was too focused on Steve. He was tall, beautiful blonde hair, soft blue eyes, really strong, big build but seemed more like a bashful child which just made him adorable. Her heart fluttered like it never had before and it made her put her hand over her heart. What was wrong with her? Or… what had she been missing?

Putting together her apartment was easy, especially now that she had a form of motivation. If he was coming over tomorrow she better have her place put together. Her living room was filled with old art around the time of World War 2. Her aunt gave her many of her art pieces in her will so as you can imagine, they held a lot of value for her. She also had a few present day paintings up but it was obvious where the value was held. Surprisingly enough, not a single one of Captain America; why? Because if she ever ran into the legend she didn’t want to look like a weirdo. Her bedroom held all of her family pictures including her albums with her family from many reunions; including photos of her dear lost Aunt. It was so saddening to think she was gone but she died happy and that’s more than anyone could as for now-a-days. It was still sad because they were close.

The last thing she attempted to get up was her punching bag. She had set up the corner of her living room with pillows against the wall so that when she hit the bag hanging from the ceiling it wouldn’t damage the wall but she didn’t have the strength to get it up onto the hook she installed… but Steve could. Now she felt bad, she was only joking that he’d have to lift something heavy and now she’d actually have a reason but… she didn’t want one. 

The rest of the day went smoothly and she was glad that she had the following day off as well, and now she had something to do.

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After her morning run, Sharon did a few more things around her place, nothing fancy but she did prep for making a certain dessert later on in the day. A smile grew across her face as she debated on what to wear. Was this a date? Where they going out for lunch? Should she eat before he came over? How should she dress? What was the weather like? She didn’t own a car so were they walking… that’s kind of a far walk. Where they taking a cab? Sure she could afford that. It was a slightly cold day of 68 degrees outside but she didn’t want to wear another sweater, he had already seen her in one. 

Staring at herself in the mirror was so complicated. She felt her best outside of her false glasses and with her hair down but then again, she needed to keep who she was suppurate from who she was at work. Shit, should she have done the hair up and glasses at work? No the glasses, even with the plain lenses through off her site when it came to shooting a gun. Sighing, she picked up her glasses from the dresser and put them on. Deciding against the messy bun she had done before, she pulled her hair back into a high pony tail, allowing some of the length and light curls to be visible. Now… to the closet.

Pulling it open she stared at her clothes, she had so many works suites that her ‘street clothes’ really didn’t exist. Taking in a deep breathe she ventured further into her closet, finding a nice pair of dark blue hip hugging jeans and a blue v-neck t-shirt that said ‘I take care of myself but I don’t look flashy.’ Yeah this will work. Slipping into the clothes she pulled a small black jacket over her shoulders to help keep her warm against the chilly but not rainy weather outside. A small shaky breath left her as she looked at herself in the mirror after slipping on a pair of black shoes. Yeah she looked cute but not as good as she could; then again… this wasn’t a date right…. Right.

The knock echoed through her house and her open bedroom door as she grabbed her keys and small purse. Too late to change her mind now. Shutting the door to her bedroom she went to her front door and pulled it open. “You survived the journey!” She said brightly. “I hope the pesky trolls under the bridge didn’t give you much trouble.”