Not such a good continuation, but I had to write something! Here goes.
[2 days later, air-conditioning is back on, and tempers are cooling.]
"Donna."
"Hmm?" Donna said without moving her eyes from her book. For once, Josh was not yelling, but it was only because he was directly in front of her.
"What are you reading?"
"Same thing I was reading last time you asked." She read the same paragraph for the third time since Josh had entered his office 2 minutes ago. With a sigh, she closed the book, swiveled Josh's chair around and faced him.
"You didn't tell me then either," he pointed out.
"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire." He stared at her for a moment, and then laughed.
"You're following that Harry Potter craze. Man. I can't tell you how many letters the White House has gotten from angry Christian extremists asking for the books to be banned."
Donna grinned; relieved he wasn't teasing her about the books, yet.
"You should read it Joshua. You might learn something."
"Ha."
"Suit your-self," she smiled, and went back to her book. Josh raised his eyebrows, was that all Donna was going to tell him? Suit yourself? She wasn't going to defend the book with her strange quirky logic?
"Remember you work for me." He warned her as he turned to his memo, "I don't pay you to read Harry Potterus."
"LUNCH break is now."
**
11 pm.
"DONNA!"
"Yes, oh Lord You-Know-Who." She appeared suddenly at his doorway.
"At least you've stopped calling the president Bumble door-knob—or something. Do you need a ride?"
Surprised, Donna nodded, and grabbed her coat, book, and purse.
***
"…So, the President and Charlie think that one of the twins will die, but I don't think so. I hope it's not Hermione or Dumbledore…"
Josh had zoned out ages ago, but upon hearing 'President' he perked up.
"What? The President's reading Harry Potter? Why?"
"Well apparently Charlie was reading it, because his cousin recommended it for light reading, and the President asked him about it. Well, the president read it in Latin, but still."
"Harry Potter is in Latin?"
"There's a version of it in latin… yes…"
"God. I'm surrounded." He muttered under his breathe. Donna was still talking about the book.
"…and CJ likes Harry Potter's teachers the best. Snape and Professor McGonnagal in particular. The books are frustrating! Can't anyone ever listen to Hermione?"
"Donna," Josh snapped. "Please, you're driving me crazy. REALLY."
Donna blinked.
"Sorry, I'm kind of on auto-talk right now. Don't mind me. I'm a little tired."
They drove in silence until her apartment.
"It's fine," he said giving her a tentative smile, "I'm sorry I snapped."
"It's fine," she said before slamming the door. Josh rolled down the window as she walked up to the door.
"Donna, do you have the first book?"
She turned abruptly.
"What?"
"I'd just like to take a look at it tomorrow…"
Donna's frown turned into a smug grin.
"Sure, I'll bring it tomorrow. See-ya Joshua."
"Bye Donna."