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"Woah. WHAT." Mindy pushed Danny away from her.

"I-"

"What is going on? You have a-" then realising Betsy was probably listening ear pressed against the door, she might even already be beckoning Morgan and Tamra to eavesdrop with her, Mindy dropped her voice and whispered angrily "You have a girlfriend?! Did you just make me an adulterer Danny?! "

"What?" He said with a little laugh at her overreaction. "No, just relax, let me-"

"Don't you 'just relax' me with that stupid lopsided smile. God, I hate you so much!" She shouted, forgetting that the whole floor was probably trying to overhear what was going on. This was confirmed when she wrenched open the door to find her entire cohort of staff suddenly pretending that they were standing next to Danny's door for any other reason but to listen in. Beverly had somehow managed to find popcorn.

Grabbing her coat and purse from Betsy's desk she pushed past everyone and briskly walked towards the exit, leaving Danny with a floored expression leaning against his desk.

"It was nice seeing everybody. I will officially start work on Monday. Maybe Tuesday. Probably Tuesday." Mindy said in her best imitation of some who was cool, calm and collected.

Mindy had managed to convince her landlord to only temporarily rent out her apartment when she left, the new tenants of which were immediately kicked out when Mindy presented him with a new canary as a 'just because' gift. Even as Mindy huddled on her sofa with her with her floral pajamas and the latest episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, she could not shake the thought of that jerk Danny Castellano off her brain. She heard a knock on her door. Looking at the time and thinking that the Chinese place had really speeded up their service since she last used them she padded towards the door, picking up her wallet from the kitchen counter on the way there.

Opening the door she found Danny leaning against the frame.

"Oh. You're not the Chinese food delivery man."

Danny couldn't suppress a grin. "Can I come in?"

"I dunno man, do what you want. I don't care. It's a free country." She looked down and scratched the back of her head. Perhaps a few too many words to maintain her nonchalance.

"Ok." Danny stepped into her apartment, taking off his jacket.

"What are you doing?" She asked incredulously.

"Just getting comfortable. It's still a free country right?" He brushed past her slightly on the way to her couch. Mindy just gaped, unable to think of a snarky reply.

"What do you want Danny?" She sat on the other side of the couch, as far away from him as possible.

"You just left without letting me explain."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"It's not that simple."

"You kissed me and you have a girlfriend Danny."

"Oh please. Like you're a complete saint."

"I've never cheated on anybody!" Then a pause. "Technically!"

"No. You just go around having couch moments with every guy in New York."

Mindy gave Danny a death stare. She got off the couch, heading towards her kitchen island and making as much distance between them as possible.

"Wait, hold on." Danny got up to chase after her. He grabbed her arm and spun her round. "I'm sorry."

"Stop standing so close to me. And stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" He asked with half a crooked smile.

"You can't just say mean stuff and think you can get away with it by…using your face." She gestured towards him wildly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I said and I'm sorry I never told you about the girlfriend. But you took me by surprise." He took a step closer to her, his chest was almost brushing hers. He looked firmly into her eyes, and moved his hold on her forearm, finger tips moving downwards so his hand could interlock with hers. His eyes wandered down to her lips.

"Don't even think about kissing me Danny Castellano." Mindy avoided his stare, trying really hard not to look at his parted mouth but his gaze stayed firm.

"I won't." His mouth was still open and his voice came out in a signature low growl. "Mindy Lahiri."

"Good. Cos I don't want you to." She whispered, though she literally wanted nothing more in that moment. "I don't like you."

"Then why are you squeezing my hand?"

Infuriating.