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Had she only lifted her face up half a second before, she could have caught his eyes in hers while he was saying she was beautiful.
Sometimes, for a fraction of a second, many parallel realities may coexist and you can catch the only one you're ready to fit in. Not the one you'd like, nor the one you've always dreamt of, or the many others that blend gradually inbetween, just that very one, the one you know better, the most familiar, sometimes miserably so.
And Donna's reality did not contemplate love. Commiseration maybe. For having thought his words were meant for her instead of Jessica, for being such a fool and letting her guard down again and again.
Nor did Harvey's reality contemplate it. Partially for the exact same reasons.
What only Jessica could see instead was their silly dance, like two natural magnets, two orbiting planets, perpetually moving in circles, attracting and repelling each other at the same time. Oh, if it had been up to her, she had forced their eyes wide open and screamed to the top of her voice that life was too short to waste their time shitting around like scaredy cats.
But guts, everyone has to grow their own. And guts, she had enough of them that day to digest without the slightest flinch what Daniel told her. For a moment she mentally went through all the things she was not any more: not young, not pretty, not sexy, and not of child-bearing age. Amen. She had a date that night. That was something.
"Someone special?" asked Harvey.
"You never know... could be the one," she answered, taking a good look at both of them, which promptly went unnoticed.
She entered the elevator while thinking she should give them another chance that evening. Perhaps a good reason to celebrate would be appropriate.
She turned to Harvey and added with a smile, "Oh and... Why don't you go ahead and take that damn name down?"
Harvey couldn't help smiling back at her.
The elevator doors shut, Jessica disappeared behind them and Harvey turned to Donna beaming with joy. "Yaaaayy!" He exploded while grabbing her waist and lifting her off the ground and around.
She was laughing hysterically when she landed safely back on the marble floor, her back facing the wooden wall. Still holding her waist, he turned her around to face the letters that composed Hardman's name. Then he leaned in closer, almost hugging her from her back, "See those letters?" He breathed in her ear.
"Yup!"
"Any idea on the name we could use to replace them?"
"Uhm, that's a hard question... let me think... wouldn't it be nice if we wrote Paulsen instead?" she turned, his face an inch from hers and wearing an unmistakable scowl.
"Spec... Specter?" she muttered almost without breath.
"Yes, I... gather that's my name... and... Paulsen, you're even more beautiful when you say it."
"Ok then... Specter... deal: your name, my promotion."
"Whatever you ask for... Paulsen..." he whispered while his lips almost touched hers.
"Hey there... sorry, I just wanna reach the elevators... You didn't see me coming, just don't mind to me, sorry again..." Mike's voice almost made them startle.
"Hey Mike, still in?" said Donna blushing and turning to Harvey's associate.
"Well, I've just finished reviewing some Folsom Foods files for tomorrow."
"Perfect timing," uttered Harvey with a hint of exasperation.