"DONNA!" he bellowed from his office. She smiled then, to get it out of her system, before walking over to see what it was that he wanted.
"You really don't have to yell, Josh, I work about 10 feet away from you," she pointed out, leaning on the door frame.
He looked up at her, really not listening or registering what she had just said, and then looked back down. He was standing, like he always was. When he works alone in his office, he usually stands.
Probably for the same reasons that he always walks so damn fast.
"Yeah," he said. "Sure. Anyways, I need you to get me the background on that guy."
"Congressman Adams?"
"Yeah. What time is the—"
"2:30."
"Alright, and you got the—"
"Yeah, it's right here," she said, putting the memo down on his desk. He looked at it, and then stared up at her.
She looked down at it, and then back up at him. "What?" He had that smile. That smile that drove her crazy, that one that he always has when he's noting some of her many quirks.
"How do you do that?"
She pretended to be oblivious. "Do what?" How do I read your mind, you mean?
"That … that thing." He was still staring at her with that smile. She simply smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Never mind," he said, eyes back down to the desk.
"Right," she said, handing him a folder. "Senior Staff in five minutes."
"Thanks," he said, grabbing the memo and walking around his desk. She watched him leave and grinned again. There were days, yes, when this constant charade between the two of them drove her crazy.
But then there were days like today. Today, she had faith. The substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen.
Things would work out. They always did.