Disclaimer: Aaron Sorkin owns the characters.




"Excuse me, Miss. Do you mind if I -"
"For the last time... My name is Abigail and YES, I mind!"
"If you despise me so much, why do you insist that I use your name?"
"Because," she hissed at me, "I like to keep my friends close, and my enemies even closer."
"And your true love the closest?" I asked hopefully.
Her eyes seemed to turn black, but it could have been the sudden cloud cover.
"I know it was you who put the flowers in my room, but I don't know how you got in."
"You're smart, Abbey-dear, you'll figure it out."
"Don't call me Abbey!" She looked sinister. She looked beautiful.
I started walking away, still facing her. "I'm sorry I have to go so soon, but I assure you, I'll be back!"
"Good riddance... And the joke's on you Jed Bartlet! If you know what's good for you, you will -"
I didn't hear the rest of her threat, though. I was too busy running to my car, trying to escape the sudden downpour.
There I sat, in my car, watching her try not to get too drenched.
And really, I thought to myself after she had long been safely inside, the joke was on her because I never put any flowers in her room - I don't even know which room is hers.
But I do thank the poor schmuck who gave them to her.