Monday night came and Mindy felt like all she had done since Friday was think of Danny. Work didn't distract her well enough. Her usual weekend binging on trashy reality shows didn't even fully distract her. She just kept thinking about him. Before she could stop herself, if she really even wanted to stop herself, Mindy was grabbing her coat and heading in the direction of Shulman's. She was almost there when she slowed down almost to a stop. What was she doing? She was going to seem like some crazy stalker. Being there three times since Thursday seemed a bit much. But still, she felt like there was something between her and Danny. She was next door to the bar as she stopped there to contemplate everything to herself. She didn't hear anyone come up behind her.

"Mindy?"

She whipped her head around and she saw him. Ugh, he was attractive.

"Hey, Danny! What are you doing here?"

"Well, it's my bar right there so…"

She laughed nervously, "Oh right. Duh. I just didn't hear you come up behind me."

"Sorry if I startled you. If you were coming by, sorry, but the bar is closed on Mondays."

Mindy felt her heart drop a little. She had wanted the excuse to just sit at the bar and chat some more. It seemed easier than straight up stalking him.

"Oh is it? I was actually just in the neighborhood. I work at the hospital a few blocks over. I didn't even realize I was right in front of the bar," Mindy said, trying to cover up her disappointment. He looked down at his feet. Wait, was Danny disappointed that she wasn't there to see him?

"Ah. Gotcha. That's a nice hospital. I've had to pick up my buddy, Peter there quite a few times. The ER staff always seems friendly," he said in reply. Was he actually disappointed? That's what it sounded like.

"Yeah it's okay. I mean I am a bit saddened that the bar is closed. If I had realized I was right by the cheapest bar in New York, I definitely would have planned to get more free drinks out of you," Mindy said with a wink at the end. What the hell? Did she just wink? What is wrong with her?

"Well I have some work I have to do, if you wanted a drink, I could always let you in," Danny offered.

"Really? Even though you're closed?"

"Yeah, sure. I do own the place."

"That you do. That you do."

Danny turned and unlocked the door, holding it open for her. He turned on the lights behind her and she found her way to a seat at the bar. Danny went into the back and came back with some boxes. He pulled out a wine glass and poured her a glass of wine without even asking. He plopped an ice cube in it and placed it in front of her. Mindy stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Sorry. Is that not what you wanted?"

"No that's exactly what I wanted. You didn't even have to ask."

"Well it was the only thing I could get you to drink on Friday. I figured it was the safer option," he said, laughing as he spoke.

Mindy smiled at him appreciatively. Most of her boyfriends couldn't order a drink for her after months of going out and she had met Danny twice and he knew her drink of choice. This wasn't going to help with her burgeoning feelings for him. Danny got to work unloading boxes and she watched him as he worked. Had he always had those long eyelashes? He looked like a freaking pony. When he bent to pick up another box, she noticed how the muscles in his back moved through his t-shirt. They seemed like a masterpiece too. She needed to start speaking so it wasn't just her ogling him while he worked and she drank.

"Danny, do you need any help?"

"Nah. Besides, you're drinking. I don't let my people drink on the job. Though I can't really tell between Peter's drunk personality and normal personality."

"You can't drink on the job? Why own a bar if every night you're sober? Oh my gosh! Are you a recovering alcoholic and this is how you feel you're giving back to society for all the hell you caused while you were drunk? You torture yourself every night to give others what was formerly your vice?"

Danny looked up at her with a quizzical expression. He started laughing. She hoped that was a good thing.

"No. I'm not a recovering alcoholic. Glad I give off that vibe though. Actually, I inherited the bar."

Mindy thought over what he said. "So you aren't Shulman?"

"No. I'm Castellano. Shulman was like a father to me. He was this old friend of my parents' who stuck around even when my dad didn't. I was barely able to drink myself when he took me under his wing and showed me the ropes of this place. Neither of his kids were interested in it. About ten years ago he decided out of the blue to hand this place over to me. He just up and spontaneously retired and left the whole thing to me."

"Wow. That's kind of an awesome story. This place is like your legacy isn't it?" Mindy asked, genuinely wanting to hear more about his attachment to this bar.

"Yeah I guess. Eventually the old staff quit along with him. Once they left, I thought about changing the name but I couldn't change what he had given me. We worked here together like father and son. It was special to me. When I needed help I recruited two buddies of mine from college. Luckily they didn't have very high aspirations. And Peter knows his way around a bar pretty damn well. Always has. Jeremy was a harder sell, but he had just been the casualty of a downsize and didn't want to go back to England. He claimed he didn't know the words anymore and couldn't go back. So I brought them both in and the three of us have been working together since. Somehow along the way we found Tamara that added that dose of estrogen that seemed to be lacking from the staff. And somehow the four of us kind of feel like a little family. It's nice. Feels like what Shulman always wanted for this place," Danny told the story as he kept unboxing items and moving around behind the bar. He paused, stepped closer, putting his hands on the bar and looked up at her. "Sorry if that was a lot of information. I just really love this place."

"Don't be sorry. That was a really sweet story. Really heartwarming. You can tell. How much you love it," Mindy answered reassuringly, putting her hand on one of his. He looked down at where their hands were touching and then looked back up at her. They stayed that way, just looking at each other and her hand holding his.

"Mindy…"

As she was about to respond, there was a noise in the back and both of them snapped their heads toward the commotion. Moment ruined. Again.