Later on that Friday:

- People, people! Listen up. Tomorrow at 12 I expect you all, and I mean EVERYONE, at my place! - Mindy announced after gathering everyone in the reception counter.

- Did I miss a memo here? Are we having a celebration in my honor? – said Paul looking around with a goofy smile, but everyone was still distracted with their chores.

- I'm sorry but I can't Dr. L. I am supposed to bring the puppies to the park and train them for the upcoming dog scootering tournament. – replied Morgan and he rolled away to the computer.

- Screw the puppies Morgan, I'm getting married! – She snapped, losing her cool for a second.

Everyone became quiet for a second, and then erupted in cheers and applause. Then a general round of "what"s, "how come", "you kidding me" and "to whom"s bombarded Mindy's ears (What do you mean "to whom" Tamara?!).

Still, she didn't care about any of their questions. She was staring at the only silent person in the room, which was of course Dr. Castellano. His reaction hadn't been a clear one: He was writing some notes on his pad on the counter when he had heard the news, and all he did was look up at Mindy, dropped his bottom lip a bit, look down and then keep on writing. She didn't expect any less of him.

That was the moment when she knew she had made the right choice. He wasn't even upset about it. All these dreams, all these theories she had in her head about their relationship for all those months, they were all rubbish. Evidently he didn't give a rat's ass about her, at least in a romantic sort of way. She felt a strong sense of disapproval beaming from him instead, but she knew he was old fashioned and would therefore think this impromptu marriage was a preposterous mistake anyway.

- Now I am really happy for you Dr. L, but don't take it out on the puppies! – Morgan said as he approached her in a menacing way.

- Let's calm ourselves down, fellows – intervened Dr. Leotard blocking Morgan's way – Evidently this is a big shock for all of us single guys, but the lady has been taken so… let's show her some love!

- Dr. Lahiri, could I come over to your house and help with the decorations? – offered a teary-eyed Betsy, who was pinned to Jeremy's arm.

- Sure, the more the merrier. – She smiled back at them – I will also need you guys to get me a cake. A classy one, please… That means no erotic pastries, Morgan! – She clarified with a warning look.

- Dammit – Morgan let out through his breath.

- Okay, I have to go make a call now, so get back to work and by that I obviously mean start shopping for wedding presents.

She closed the door to her office and pressed her back on it. She had accomplished the most difficult part of the day – telling him – and had survived. Talking to Gwen had been a challenge too but she had ultimately accepted it, and was even excited about it. Not only did she take on the responsibility of letting the other girls know, but she was going to pick up Mindy later that day to go buy a cocktail-ish wedding dress. So that was good.

But telling Danny… Sure, she had been a little coward; she could have had the courtesy to tell him privately but there were no explicit rules or etiquette that said so, right?. You should always tell your intense-staring partner slash almost married friend slash handsome jerk co worker when you are getting married to someone else? Definitely not. Plus he didn't seem that upset so…

Knock knock knock.

She looked past her shoulder and saw the blurred outline of a man by the door. She swallowed. Oh no…

- Yes? – She called without moving an inch.

- I have some lab results from your patient, a Mrs. Townsed. I think Tamara mixed them up. Do you have Mrs. Emerson's results by any chance?

- Uhm, let me check – she went to her desk and browsed quickly over her papers. But she wasn't fast enough: Danny had already let himself in. – Barging in, are we? I told you I was going to make a call…

- You are not on the phone yet – he said with a jaded side grin.

- Ugh. Whatever. Here, there you are. – She handled the results over to him with an annoyed expression. – Bye now!

- So, you're getting married. – He sighed as he sat down opposite her, completely ignoring her wishes. Oh hell no.

- Yeah, quite a shocker, hah? – She tried her best sassy comeback.

- I guess you can call it that… You're pregnant?

- What?! No Danny! This is not what this is about…

- Then what is it about? I mean, you are having this rushed wedding, it's weird! I always pictured you to be a "big ass gown in a huge church" kind of girl

- Did you come here to preach me about my life? – She spitted. He looked somewhat offended, or maybe even a little hurt at this.

- I was just curious but okay… I'll be heading off then – he sat up.

- No, wait – she replied, defeated and a little remorseful – Ok, if you HAVE to know… Casey proposed to me today and, he doesn't want to wait.

- Afraid someone will whisk you away while he is gone?

- I don't… what – she stuttered, a little blushed at his response – No!... He's going back to Haiti tomorrow and you know, it will be long distance all over again.

- Okay – he said trying to imply understanding, but it came off a little condescending instead.

- And it's good for me, you know? You said it yourself a while ago. I'm not getting any younger, and I need to settle down. – Mindy continued.

- Huh – he mused, raising one eyebrow. His silence made her feel an extreme urgency to justify all her decisions.

- And yes, I freaked out the first time he proposed, but I've had some time to think about it… - she shuffled in her seat, uncomfortable at his powerful eyes intent on her – Also, if I say no, next thing you know I will be a gorgeous yet crazy busy OBGYN with no time at all, not even to go have dinner with my sister who has set me up on a blind date. And then on the way over to her house I will die and then I will have my spirit roaming around my former apartment hunting the new guy who has just moved in! – Okay, she was sort of yelling and definitely hyperventilating now. Easy girl, easy.

- Wait, what? – He looked puzzled.

- "Just like Heaven", Danny! We watched it on the plane? On way over to Santa Fe, remember? – That damn eyebrow didn't go down, not one inch. She knew he knew what she was talking about. She remembered vividly his rare Mark Ruffalo appreciation and how irritated he became when the annoying ghost had walked in on Mark and the slutty, nosy neighbor – Okay, whatever. The thing is… I love Reese Witherspoon, but I can't go down that track.

- Okay… - He repeated. She had her best "I don't believe you're cool" face. - What? Don't look at me like that! I said nothing. – He replied, hands in the air as if surrendering. He insisted – Really. I mean, good for you. I'll get out of your hair now. I will see you there tomorrow. – He said as he sat up.

- Tell Christina she's invited too – Mindy clarified.

- Uhm, yeah. I'll see if she can make it. –He managed to say, acting weird for the first time.

Danny walked to the door and when he was about to turn the knob he stopped for a second. He turned around and smiled at Mindy.

- You know, I can't get "My funny valentine" out of my head since last week. I almost dream about it. – (She jumped a little at this) - I can never get it right – he continued almost to himself.

- I know the feeling – she smiled briefly, looking down at the floor.

- Yeah. Okay, bye. – Danny left Mindy's office, leaving her with a sour taste on her mouth.