Rating: PG-13 some language
Spoilers: Season 7 opener
“What did you mean earlier?”
He let out his breath, apparently he had stopped breathing. Leave it to Donna to get straight to the point.
“Wha-“ Nice job. Smooth. God he was being an idiot.
“Are you at least going to invite me in?” I. Am. An. Idiot.
“Uh..yeah. Come in.”
She walked in like it was home, like she had been here everyday. I like that. Damn it! Do you want another performance like today? Get it together He sat down next to her on the couch.
“So about today..” Shit!! “Josh, are you…have you been crying?” Even worse.
“No, I just had a couple of beers and needed to wake myself up.” Genius.
“Joshua, if you had a couple of beers you’d be slurring your words or you’d be passed out on the couch. Now, what’s wrong? Should I call Stanley?”
She looked genuinely concerned. He couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was going wrong. His strategy. His VP candidate. Hiring the perfect staff. He couldn’t take it if she walked away again.
“Donna…I…” As usual when it came to his emotions he couldn’t put it into words.
“Joshua?” Now she looked scared.
“I was crying because I was an idiot and I lost you. I couldn’t believe when you actually came to me for a job, because I’m an idiot, and I felt like total and utter shit when I couldn’t hire you. And when I told you how I missed you, and you still walked out like that…I couldn’t take it. I do miss you Donna, and not just because you were the best assistant I’ll ever have, but because I missed you.” He had somehow managed to say that in one breath, so he took in a bug breath. “Donna?”
She was staring at his carpet. He could feel the rejection in her silence. All of a sudden she looked in his eyes.
“Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Huh?” He could hear her words, but he didn’t comprehend them.
“Joshua, you’re telling me that you went to Harvard, and Yale, you’ve worked in the White House as the Deputy Chief of Staff, and you got an underdog candidate nominated for the Presidency, and you don’t understand when a woman is asking you out on a date?” He noted the playful sparkle in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a while.
“You just injured my fragile male ego is all.” As he said this he nudged her playfully.
“The answer Josh.”
“I will say yes, but it is contingent on two details. Number one, when people ask, I’m the one who asked you out.” She snorted. “Number two, you have to let me kiss you goodnight.”
“Joshua. You know you’ll go out with me no matter what.”
“Is that a fact? Now who has the big ego Donatella?”
“Are you going to at least listen to my counter offer?”
“I’m sure it will be amusing at least. Fine what is it?” She leaned over and kissed him. He forgot about everything except the fact that for once in his life, something had gone perfectly. She pulled away.
“So…dinner at 8. Pick me up at my apartment, and there will be no Chinese take out involved.” She got up to get her coat. He got up with her. “I’ll see you tomorrow Josh.” He leaned over and kissed her goodnight. It was as refreshing as their first. “Goodnight Donna.”
“And if you think I don't miss you every day...” He smiled at his good fortune as he watched her get into her car.