"Josh, do you even have know how to type?"
"Yes, Donnatella Moss, I have graduated college, where, believe it or not, I did learn how to type."
"You type like a ten year old."
"I do not type like a ten year old. Anyway, why would I type while you can type for me?"
"Because, Josh, someday I may not want to type up your idiotic love letters to Amy and your website comments that the press just adore."
"Okay two things. Two things wrong with that statement; 1. They're memos to the first lady's chief of staff. And 2. I literally pay you to type for me."
"Not enough."
"Yes, and we can have that discussion much later, but right now will you please type this up and fax it to Senator Warlen?"
Donna turned to face Josh, "Fine. But only because you said 'Please.'"
She snatched the paper from her boss's clutches and sped to her desk. She proceeded to decipher Josh's illegible handwriting into text.
Josh's head peaked out of his office door. He winked teasingly at her, "Thank you."
She rolled her eyes and went back to typing, hiding the light smile playing on her lips.