Slamming her door behind her she descended the stairs and before she knew it, she was on the street. She loved her apartment, it was quiet up there but within a matter of seconds she could immerse herself in the hustle and bustle of the rushing streets and would never be met with her own thoughts. The only problem was that when she left her apartment on this particular day who was there? Only her boss, leaning against his car with a Starbucks cup in one hand and his iPhone in the other. When Harvey set the iPhone on the roof of his car, she had to laugh. Only Harvey would set down a top of the range iPhone if it meant he could maintain his grasp on his coffee. He gave her a little wave and began to walk from the car. Donna waved back and walked towards him, not stopping when they met but continuing towards the car to pocket the phone, she knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate if that thing was sitting there, waiting to be snatched.
Once the phone was safely in her bag, she turned on her heel and walked back to Harvey. 'Hey,' he said with a smile.
'Hey yourself.' Donna replied, without any conviction. She wasn't in the mood for this, she'd left her building to escape thinking about Harvey and now here she was, face to face with him. God she hated karma.
'How are you?' he asked, clearly trying to start some kind of a conversation.
'I'm shit Harvey, how are you.' She replied bluntly.
'Oh same old, same old.' He replied as if she'd said she was happy as Larry. Donna shook her head and began to walk away.
'Wait!' Harvey called after her. She didn't stop, but began to walk backwards as she fished his phone out of her bag and threw it back at him. He didn't care about her really, he was only here to make himself feel better. She didn't want anything to tie her to him anymore, least of all a damn iPhone.
She walked quickly down the street until she arrived at a little boutique. Not normally the sort of place she liked, but that was exactly why Harvey would never find her here. She opened the door and an old fashioned bell rang as she stepped in off the bustling streets. It was quiet inside, just the sound of instrumental-French music lined the air. She looked at the window display and soon saw Harvey sprint past the window only to stop next door. Of course she had. How couldn't she? She had stopped beside Starbucks with a perfect view of the table Harvey sat down at. He lifted his phone and called someone. She assumed it was Jessica because he put his game face on. He was shaking his head slowly from side to side and drumming his fingers on the table. As the conversation progressed she saw him put his head in his hands and wondered why. Could he really be this upset over her? No, she thought. He couldn't be. It must be something else.
Safe in the knowledge Harvey's drink took exactly 2 minutes and 34 seconds to prepare, and it was rarely right first time, Donna left the boutique and headed back home. She had calmed herself now and wasn't even thinking about Harvey , well she was… but now she was pissed not confused.
She unlocked her apartment kicked off her shoes and threw down her handbag. She looked around and her eyes landed on the box from her office. She couldn't pull them away, so decided the best thing to do was remove the box. She lifted it using the two handles and carried it down to Harvey's car. She set in the back seat and closed the door. There. Now she never had to think about him again.
He gasped as she threw the phone, it was so unlike Donna, she never, ever endangered anything costing over $50 and now she was throwing phones? He missed his Donna. The sarcastic, funny, trustworthy Donna. Where had she gone? No, wait… literally, where had she gone? In the seconds it had taken him to catch the phone she had been swallowed by the masses of pedestrians and he couldn't even glimpse her red hair in the crowd. He walked a few steps and then started to sprint along the street, pushing past businesswomen and dodging mothers with prams. He was at a crossing before he knew it. She could have turned 3 different directions. He'd lost her. He slowed to cross the road and went to the Starbucks he loved so dearly, if anything would cheer him up, this would. But it didn't. The kid behind the till didn't know how to work the whole 'shot' thing and he held out little hope for his regular coffee, so ordered a chai latte instead. Big mistake. That was Donna's drink. He took a table by the window while he waited and called Jessica.
'Harvey, you get her?' she asked, with genuine concern in her voice.
'No.' Harvey replied, a slight croak in his throat, which he quickly cleared. 'She ran away. Wouldn't even let me talk to her.' He shook his head at the image of her walking away from him. She'd done it the day she was fired, and again at the trial. He should be used to it… but he wasn't. He feared he'd never be used to her leaving him.
'What am I going to do, Jessica?' he asked as he buried his face in his hands.
'I don't know Harvey. Why don't you come back to work and we'll talk.'
Harvey's drink arrived in front of him and even the scent made him miss her. He nodded and muttered 'ok' before hanging up the phone, and throwing away his untouched drink.
He sauntered back to the car. The idea of going to work and having to deal with that damn temp again made him nauseated. He stopped at a record shop for a moment and made a mental-note to come back for a better look. By the time he arrived at the car, he was ruined. Emotionally, not physically. He opened the car door and almost screamed when he saw what was on his chair. A box. A simple, cardboard box, with a white label saying 'office stuff'. It was Donna's font that made him do a double take and he opened the box to find the evergreen plant he'd given her, several photos of them together and the can opener. God, he loved these items. But he only loved them, because they were hers.