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Donna stared at the smirk smile she saw almost every day, she swallowed. Shit, shit, shit. Now what? She didn't know what to do, usually she would always have an answer or witty remark ready. But not now; this was something else, something new. This was an unforeseen circumstance; something she'd always wanted of, but never allowed herself to hope of. They were entering new territories. She tapped the screen and the chat screen opened. She read the sentence: 'Get to know your match: ask about his favourite sport.' Donna chuckled, baseball, but basketball was a close second. Although he practiced boxing, she thought, she knew everything. That she knew him, but she didn't know this. She didn't know that apparently he could look at her that way. And that made her nervous; she hoped he would take the first step. That he would start an conversation; even if it had to be through this app. So she waited and waited for him to make the first move, but nothing happened. Zero, nada. She kept staring at the screen until she eventually fell asleep.

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An hour and a half later Donna woke up by the sound of her alarm. She sighed at the sight of her phone still in her hand, she sighed even harder when she saw there was still nothing and that she would have to go to work and face him there. Work, she looked at her alarm clock, shit, shit, shit!. It was already eight in the morning which meant she was late. She quickly jumped out of bed and under the shower, got dressed and ran downstairs hailing a cab.

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She looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror and if she had to be honest with herself she had had better days. She swiftly fixed her hair and added a tad of lip stick before the doors opened on the fiftieth floor, show time. Fiercely she stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her cubicle; she thought about the fact that for once he would be at the office before her. And of course it had to be today. She mentally prepped herself for the questions she might get; why she had been late? Norma had been the first to ask when she saw her at the general secretaries desk. She handled her, but she feared the questions form Harvey; and not the ones why she was late. No she feared the conversation about the other matter; the 'ooh look at that we both swiped to the right and neither of us did anything about it' – matter. Awkward would be the understatement of the year; century even maybe. But the one thing she didn't prepare for that morning was not seeing him. She stopped in front of her desk and looked through the glass at his desk. He wasn't there. She looked at his couch, his table, but he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, but no one acted like something was up. She thought about walking over to Jessica's office to ask where he was, but reconsidered when she realised Jessica would ask her the same thing and challenge her why she didn't know; meaning she had to confess she was late that morning. Donna was about to turn around again when Louis walked up to her. "Oooh look at that; it's already nine thirty and the disgrace of a name partner still hasn't shown up. Where is he?"

Donna looked at him and realised Louis wouldn't be of help either, so Donna did what she usually did; she covered for him. "He's in a meeting, Louis. Geee, now go."

"Well, where's his protégé then?"

"What?" Donna snapped.

"Mike, I haven't seen him at the office yet."

"Ooh, so now you keep guard around the elevators. Louis, Harvey is at a meeting, which means Mike's there as well." After Louis had finally left, Donna slightly panicked. Mike wasn't there as well, what the hell is going on? She walked over to Mike's office, to find it indeed empty so she continued towards Rachel's office, which was also empty. Donna grabbed her phone for the umpteenth time that morning, but neither Harvey or Mike had answered, but this time she was calling Rachel.

"Donna," Rachel whispered through her phone, "I'm in class. What's up?"

"They're not at the office."

"Who aren't at the office, Donna? What are you talking about?"

"Harvey and Mike, of course."

"Donna, relax."

"Relax?"

"They're probably still hungover. That's all. I have to go now."

Donna hung up and thought about it, it was Friday, why would they be hungover on a workday when it hit her. Mike's bachelor party from last night.

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Donna knocked on his door, but when she didn't hear anything she decided to let herself in. She looked around the apartment, but there was no one to be seen. She even checked his bed and bathroom, but again nothing. She only saw the suit he was wearing the day before laying on his bed. She checked the pockets and when she found a flyer she called Ray to take her to Atlantic City.

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Two and a half hours later Donna walked up to the reception area of the Borgata hotel; the best of the city and therefore the only place where he could have gone to.

"Has Mr. Specter checked out already?"

The girl behind the desk looked up to Donna and entered the information in the computer, "No, not yet."

"Could you tell me the room number?"

"The Piatto Room at the 41st floor, would you like me to place a call to the room?"

"A key would do."

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I cannot give out spare keys."

Donna leaned on the desk and looked at the girl; she noticed the baby bump underneath the girls shirt. "How far along are you?"

The girl looked at her bump and back to Donna; "Four and a half months."

"I… I…" she started, producing a single Demi Moore tear. "I'm pregnant as well. Just found out," Donna improvised and the girl let out a little squeal.

"Congrats."

"So my husband is here, for business and I just really want to surprise him. If you could help me, please."

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And the Chapman Tripp award goes to …, Donna smirked when she stepped in the elevator with the key in her hands. She looked at her reflection, just like she had done that morning when she realised what had happened the night before. Tinder-gate. She walked up to the room and sighed; this time she would face Harvey and she had no idea where that would lead to. She opened the door and walked through the hallway straight to the first bed room. Without hesitation she stormed through the door, only to find the room empty. She was getting sick of this game, apparently every room she was looking for him was empty. She turned around and tried the room on the other side of the corridor. And again she stormed inside; "Harvey?!" she called out at the same time, but she got stopped in her tracks. Her eyes immediately spotted blonde in the queen size bed. The girl looked up to Donna, apparently still not really awake, but Donna recognized the face instantly. It was Julie, the girl he had brought to the rehearsal dinner. Donna's eyes lit up and she swallowed, stumbling while she took a couple of steps back. She didn't know why this would shock her, she knew what he was like, but she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. She basically ran to the living room area of the suite, gasping for air, when she tripped over something and fell on the ground. She got up and turned around at the sound of something growling.

"What the hell, Mike!?" Donna screamed, shaking him around trying to wake him up.

Mike opened his eyes, but all he could see was a blur of red; immediately closing his eyes against the light. "Uuuh…no… head," he mumbled.

"Mike, wake up," Donna tried again, "You have to sit up," she continued as she tried pulling Mike up.

Harvey woke up feeling nauseous and with a headache like he never had before, but the voice he heard in the distance sounded very familiar to him. "Donna?," he mumbled.

Donna turned around to look at spotted Harvey nearly passed out on the other couch in the room. She placed Mike on the couch and rushed over to Harvey. "Are you alright?"

"Hmhm," he mumbled as he got up; placing his head in his hands.

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Donna looked over her left shoulder at the sound of soft snores coming from the back seat of the car. She smiled at the sight of the two man fast asleep. "Thanks, Ray," she said as she looked at the road again. After they had dropped Mike off, Donna supported Harvey to his apartment. She placed him on his couch and got him a glass of water and some aspirins. She returned to the kitchen when Harvey went to get a shower. Harvey stared at the bathroom mirror; although he had just taken a shower, he still looked like shit; at least he was awake now and his headache was over. He walked back to the kitchen and placed himself on one of the barstools, looking at the redhead. After he had finished his omelette Donna had made him he thanked her for her help.

"What happened, Harvey?" she asked.

Harvey told her about the casino, which games they had played, how much money he had won and Mike had lost. The shows they had seen and the party they had attended.

"And next?" she asked.

"I can't remember," he replied.

Donna sighed and let her head hang down; of course he didn't remember. "Harvey, cut the bullshit amnesia act."

He looked at her, "what are you talking about?"

"How about the fact I have been wondering for the last ten hours if you're going to acknowledge what happened last night. But you're you, so of course you're not."

"Nothing happened," he replied when he thought about the blonde that had been in his bed.

"Check your phone."

"If I drunk dialled you, I'm sorry," Harvey replied with a smirk smile on his face; sincerely wondering what she was talking about.

"Really?" Donna replied, "I'm done with you pretending you don't look at me that way. I know you have Tinder, I know it's your account. If that was a mistake, fine! But don't lie about it. You know I swiped to the right, but so did you!"

Tinder. Harvey let her words sink in, then he remembered what happened. "I didn't."