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"Well you look like someone who's had a rough morning," Mandy announced frankly, eyeing Donna. Donna been shuffling papers together in her work space agitatedly.
"How could you tell?" she replied, fake cheerfulness coating her tone.
"What happened?" Mandy inquired, sitting on the edge of the desk.
"Josh happened," snapped Donna. "He's totally hungover and passed out on his office floor. He reeks of alcohol and strippers."
Mandy scrunched her face in understanding. "I know how that goes. I've seen Josh both drunk and hungover and I tell you it is not a pretty sight…" Donna had stopped, burning holes into her desk, causing Mandy to pause. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine."
"I don't think our definitions of nothing and fine are in agreement."
"Mandy, I mean it. Nothing happened, nothing's wrong. I just don't need to hear about your back-story with Josh when I have to go give him this cup of day-old coffee."
Mandy leaned back. "You like him," she stated.
"Don't be insane. I do not like Josh Lyman."
"Sure you don't," Mandy said. "Don't be embarrassed; he's my ex for a reason."
Donna turned away. "And what reason would that be?"
Mandy laughed slightly. "Let's just say our opinions and-slash-or general personalities were too contradictory. And though helping Josh isn't on my list of top ten or even twenty priorities… I think you guys would look good together. Not that what I think matters." Donna scoffed. "Seriously. You know everything about that man," her friend pointed out.
"I know anything everything Josh that I as his assistant must know to get my job done."
Mandy laughed. "Right. Remind me–when's his birthday?"
"You gave me an easy one. Everyone knows it's September 22nd."
"Favorite color?"
"Blue green when he's happy, red when he isn't. So it's usually red…"
"Food."
"He likes that vanilla ice cream with caramel chocolate swirls. And he likes turkey sandwiches with tomato, without crust, and either a bottle of water or chocolate milk. He's like a pregnant woman."
"My point has been proven sound."
Donna shook her head. "General facts can't prove that I like him. And I don't."
Mandy grinned. "Your couple name could be Dosh…"
This coaxed a smile from Donna, but she walked past Mandy with a, "Not happening." Under her breath, just before entering her boss' office, she added in the quietest voice possible, "Even if I want differently…"