Disclaimer: See chapter one.
A/N: As requested - enjoy!

How he, as campaign manager, managed to draw the short straw, he would never know. Yeah, so he had promised an extra fortune cookie to the person with the best idea, but he never imagined he would actually have to move from his chair to make that happen.

Everyone was starving by the time they got around to ordering food and the wait for a delivery was over an hour. Not even Josh was willing to wait that long, so he, in his infinite wisdom, decided to draw straws for pickup. He wondered how he always managed to screw himself when the ideas are always his, but it never fails. He would also never understand why Otto called a place that was halfway across town – something about Lou's preference for their Crab Rangoon.

The place was hopping when he threw open the door. He paid the cashier and asked about how much longer, only to have "10 more minutes" barked back at him. He leaned up against the counter and closed his eyes for a moment when he heard the cashier yell "Moss, order up!" His eyes shot open and he immediately straightened up. He whipped around and saw her, staring at him from the back corner booth. She just stared at him and gave him a slight smile when the cashier yelled again, louder this time – "Moss, order up!" Josh jumped slightly and glanced over at the harried cashier. By the time he looked back, she was in front of him.

He looked her over and decided that she had never looked as good as she did right now, in her jeans, tennis shoes and a Harvard sweatshirt that he had thought had been lost on Air Force One years ago.

They stared at each other, forgetting where they were, till the cashier approached them from behind the counter.

"Moss?"

She tore her eyes away from him and looked at the cashier. "Yeah, that's me."

The cashier shoved the small bag at her and went back to the line of people.

She looked down at her bag and then back at him and smiled, which made him smile in return.

"Hey" he finally said, surprised he was even able to form a coherent word, considering how their last encounter went.

"Hey."

"So… umm… I guess… how…"

"SANTOS! ORDER UP!" the cashier yelled into his ear as he was trying to form a whole sentence. Donna giggled as he glared at the cashier.

"Yeah, right here."

Josh's eyes about bugged out of his head as the cashier put 6 large bags up on the counter.

"You need some help?" she asked shyly from behind him.

"You mind?"

"Nah, I'm on my way out too."

He smiled at her as she placed her small bag on top of one his large bags and managed to carry three at the same time. Josh, not being nearly as skilled as Donna, took four tries to get the remaining bags balanced just right. At this point, she was holding the door open, waiting for him.

They walked out to his car in complete silence. After all this time, after all the awkward run ins over the last few months, he still couldn't believe that this was him and Donna sharing these uncomfortable silences. There was just once, and that was a memory he had no desire to relive, not right now anyway.

He smiled as she skillfully opened the back door to his car without losing her grip on the bags. She quickly slid them in the back seat and started to grab for the bags he was holding. Soon, all the bags were placed in the car and they were back to staring at each other. She broke the silence first.

"Well, I better be going" she said as she hooked her thumb down the street.

"Yeah, I better get back before they all go Lord of the Flies on each other."

This made her giggle, which made him smile.

"Well, I guess…"

"Don't forget your food!"

"Oh yeah" she said as she smiled sweetly at him. He could only stare as she leaned back into the car to dig her food out of the bag she placed it in.

Once she retrieved the food, she smoothed the sweatshirt and looked back up at him.

"You better go, Josh."

He looked over at his car and sighed as she shut the back door.

"Yeah, we're in the middle of…"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He looked at her one more time and sighed again.

"See you around Joshua" she said quietly as she turned on her heel and started to walk away.

He rounded his car and opened the driver side door and looked down the street at her, walking away from him yet again.

"How many times you going to let her do that" he said, under his breath. With his resolve crumbling the further she got down the street, he slammed the door and took off after her.

"DONNA" he yelled as he jogged toward her.

She turned around just as he came up on her. Before she really knew what was happening, he had gathered her up in his arms and was giving her a bear hug like none other. She dropped her food and threw her arms around his neck as he buried his face in her hair.

How long they stood like that, on the streets of DC, neither would ever know, nor did they care. She finally released her grip a little when she felt him shudder.

"Josh…" she whispered in his ear.

"Oh god, Donna, I'm so sorry… about everything… I'm so sorry" he said hoarsely into her hair.

"Me too, Joshua, me too. I never should have expected…"

He pulled back to look at her, which was his downfall, he knew later. Just one look into those big blue eyes pushed him over the edge. He pulled her flush to his body and gave her a slight smile before closing the tiny distance that was left between his mouth and hers.

Never had a first kiss been so perfect, they both decided later. It was like they had been kissing each other for years.

She wound her fingers through his hair as he moved one hand from the small of her back. He let out a quiet moan as she nibbled on his bottom lip and sought entrance into his mouth, which he was glad to give to her.

They finally broke apart when a car honked at them. They instantly broke apart and looked at the offending car and then back at each other, which was when they both started to laugh.

He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm sorry Donna."

"Sorry? For what? If you apologize for kissing me…"

"I'm sorry I didn't do that in California three weeks ago. I'm sorry I didn't do that when you came back from Gaza. I'm sorry I didn't do that BEFORE you left for Gaza. I'm sorry I didn't do that the night of the Inaugural balls. I'm sorry…"

"I get it Joshua. I really do."

She smiled at him and he pulled her in for another hug. They turned every so slightly when Josh felt something squish under his foot.

"Oh God."

"What?" she said, pulling back to look at him.

"Um… yeah, I think I just put my foot in your dinner."

They both looked down at his left foot, which was currently crushing the Sweet and Sour Chicken inside the plastic bag Donna had carried it out of the restaurant in. The sight of that sent them into hysterics.

Finally, after calming down enough to remove his foot from the ruined food, he picked up the bag and threw it in a nearby trash can.

"C'mon, I'll buy you more."

"Josh, you really don't have to, I can manage…"

"Donnatella, please."

Just hearing her name, that name, come from his lips after all this time made her smile brightly. "Well, if you insist."

They walked back into the restaurant, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist and ordered more food. They really didn't talk a lot while they waited for her new order. They spent a lot of time smiling at each other and giving each other quick kisses on the cheek.

Fifteen minutes later, they had Donna's food and were standing next to his car, yet again.

"You need a ride?"

"Nah, you are going in the opposite direction of my apartment. Besides, it's a nice night, I can walk."

"You sure, cause I really don't mind…"

"Joshua, you really need to get back."

He sighed and looked in the direction of headquarters. "Yeah, I really do."

She set the food on top of his car and he reached out for her hands and intertwined their fingers together.

"Look, Donna…"

"You don't have to explain, Josh, I really do understand."

"I'm going to talk to Leo and Matt, see what I can't get worked out."

"Really, Josh, it's fine, you don't have to. I've got offers I'm mulling…"

Josh's eyes got huge. "Offers! What offers?"

"Joshua, I am a girl in demand. Russell really wants me to stay on, but I don't think so. CJ's trying to entice me back to the White House, offering me anything I want. Matt Skinner called…."

"No way, much as I like Matt, no way, no way are you working for a Republican."

"Why, thank you Joshua, since I'm addle minded and unable to make that decision for myself…"

He smiled sheepishly at her. "Sorry."

"Anyway, I just wanted to take some time before jumping into anything."

"Donna, don't decide anything till I can talk to Matt and Leo. I'll conference call with the two of them and Lou tomorrow and we'll see what we can come up with."

She smiled at him. "Yeah."

"Really."

"Yeah."

He gave her a quick kiss before releasing her hands. She grabbed her food off the top of his car as he rounded the car and opened the driver side door.

"Donna?"

"Yeah."

"Look, I know we've got some stuff to talk about and whatnot, but… well, I'll be done by about 11 or so tonight, if you want…"

"I'll be at your place by 11:30."

He smiled at her, a full smile with dimples and all. "Okay, then. Well, I better…"

"Yeah, Joey's going to kick your ass if the food is cold."

"No kidding. Okay, I'll call you when I'm leaving."

"See you later Joshua."

"You better believe it Donnatella."

She smiled at him as he got in the car and drove away. She watched till he was completely out of sight before she turned in the opposite direction, to head back to her apartment to quickly eat dinner, take a bath and to find something decent to wear tonight. She hadn't felt this good in weeks, months actually, and she planned to live it up. Feeling this… well, it was something else and she planned on staying in this mood.

THE END