Harvey Specter was getting kind of old.
Not in the typical bone-crunching, can't keep up with the lingo kind of way. He was falling technologically behind.
Jessica's new aim for the firm was to land a huge social media client, something by the name of Snapchat. He innerly groaned when he found this out three days ago; Donna had tried explaining Instagram a billion times and he still didn't get it. Why did people need filters? What are hashtags? And most importantly, why did she delete all the selfies I took and posted?
You'd think that she'd be proud he actually learned how to use the damn app.
Now, he was getting a headache trying to learn about this new one. Sure, he had a nice phone that actually had a really nice camera and was pretty speedy, but all of these apps were getting a little out of hand. But hey, if anybody knew better it was probably his know-all, omniscient secretary..
"Donna," he said, to nobody in the room. He knew he was listening.
"Yeeees?"
"How do you use this chat snap thing?"
"You mean Snapchat?" she turned around and smirked.
"Potato, potah-to, teach me how to use it so I can charm our new client."
She walked in easily, with a comfortable sway of her hips. She loved having power over Harvey, after all, and now she had more than enough ammo to tease him about not being able to keep up with the tech world.
"You still living in that big glass condo of yours? Because it seems to me you've been living under a rock," stopping in front of his desk and extending her hand out for his phone.
He glared at her, offered up his phone, but pulled it back as she made a grab for it. This charade lasted three more times, until Donna's expression turned annoyed and the smirk long gone, now on Harvey's face.
"Getting slow, Paulsen."
She growled. "Do you want me to help or not?"
"Okay, here. Sorry. The passcode is 0000."
She laughed.
"You're so funny. Didn't you know my fingerprint is already installed to unlock your phone?"
They walked to the couch, where the home menu of his phone stared back at them. Donna swiped left, ignoring all the business-y apps (did he really use Newsstand or Passbook?) until she was at the page where a little ghost in a yellow background already stood.
"What the- when did you do that?"
"Seriously, Harvey? After all this time, you're still surprised?"
She had a point. Honestly, how had he ever functioned without her around…
"So here's where you make your username. I was going to have it all set up for you, make it look like you actually use the app, but I assumed you'd want your own username. You can't change it, so choose wisely."
Harvey stared at his phone, dumbfounded. He slowly brought his two fingers next to the sides of his phone, completely unsure what to do with himself. The little ghost staring back didn't help either. It was like it was mocking him, and he felt like a caveman stuck in the 25th century.
[harveyspecter], he typed.
"You're so boring," Donna commented, unashamed.
He huffed, deleted his first attempt, and kept staring.
"How about 'sexyspecter', 'harveyishot', or I know!" she squealed, "harveyspectpurrrrr." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively while wiggling in her seat, completely kidding.
"Are you coming on to me, Donna?" he joked.
"In your dreams. Just trying to make your life a bit spicier."
"What? I don't need your help."
"Please, I know you. Your life right is so bland it's like eating food while you're sick and all your taste buds aren't working."
"Excuse me?"
"Mmm, I somehow don't hear you denying anything," she fired back.
And she was right, yet again. His life had recently been just about the firm, and everything was finally alright. For a moment, he gave himself a moment of relief in the sense that things could start going back to the way they used to be. Donna felt the same; though she hadn't been in crossfires as much as Harvey had, it felt good being able to sit on the couch with nothing in their minds except for a witty username.
"Here, how's this." she grabbed the phone and furiously typed, before handing it back to him.
[harvspectacular], it read.
"Wow, you think I'm spectacular? Wow, Donna, I must say, I'm pretty flattered by you today."
"Shut up," she grinned. Oh, how good it felt to have this ability to throw insults and swear words again. "Now, get a password."
"Look away." he frowned.
"Seriously? I've seen you naked and you won't let me see what your password is?" She mentally kicked herself there. Uh oh. She had crossed a line there.
He had noticed, but decided it was nothing, though it did plant a seed of question. "Yeah, yeah, go look at New York. I'd like to have some aspect of my life that you don't have control of."
She pouted, before walking up and turning away. He quickly typed his password, and beckoned her back to him.
"Okay, so here's the main idea,"
The next 20 minutes were spent explaining the whole application to Harvey. Donna taught him how to take pictures and videos, set the timer, flip from selfie cam to back cam, draw on the images, and stretch out the size of emojis. For the life of him, he couldn't understand what the point of a his "story" was but he rendered it irrelevant. Slowly, he got the hang of everything, even took a snap of him and Donna making weird faces and posting it on to for everyone to see. It'd be gone in 12 hours.. or was it 24? Whatever, he didn't really care much for it.
"Oh! Let me add myself," she commented, after realizing Harvey had no friends.
"What's your username? 'catgirl206'? 'ilikebigbuttsandicannotlie'? 'dominatrixdonna'?"
"Ew, Harvey!" She slapped him playfully, glint evident in both of their eyes.
She handed it back to him.
[notjustaprettyface], it read.
He laughed. Of course, Donna would.
"What?" she smirked. "I can't have my name in there, who knows what stuff people are going to send me. Oh yeah, by the way, if random people send you things don't open it, it's most likely porn related, cuz ya know.. Snapchat.. 10 seconds… never see it again… you understand how people might use it?"
Harvey widened his eyes. Oh, Snapchat just got interesting.