I've been having a lot of trouble sitting down and writing the newest chapter for this story. So, I wrote this mini-chapter, and will continue this event in the next one, which, hopefully, will be longer and will also get finished today. I'm not making any promises, though, because I tend to break them. A lot. Oh well:)
Pelted with constant greetings, Abbey Bartlet made her way through the bullpen. With all the commotion made with a simple stroll through the West Wing, Abbey hoped Donna was at her desk. She didn't want to have to make the trip again.
Luckily, the girl she was looking for was there.
"Donna."
She stood up. "Good morning, ma'am."
"Firstly, I just want to say congratulations, and convey my deepest grievances for your new endeavor. Josh can be darling, but he can also be a real pain in the ass."
"Thank you, ma'am," she laughed.
"Now, I'm sure Josh has told you that he and my husband had a long chat last night about you two."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, my husband --- though he calls himself a romantic --- has no sense of detail. I've gotten the highlights from his conversation, but I'd much rather hear the story from you. Would you mind joining me for breakfast so I can hear the real thing?"
The First Lady was asking her to breakfast. There was no way Donna could say no.
"I'd love to, ma'am," she said with a smile. "Let me just tell Josh where I'll be."
Donna pushed in her chair and knocked on Josh's door before opening it.
He motioned for her to come in, and she shut the door behind her. He was talking to someone on the phone, and then excused himself for a moment and covered the receiver with his hand.
"What's up?"
"The First Lady has asked me to breakfast."
Josh looked astonished. "Today?"
"Yeah."
"To find out more about you and me?"
"Uh-huh."
He smiled. "Go for it."
"Thanks."
She turned to open up the door and then stopped.
"Are you sure you'll be okay without me for an hour or so?"
"Yeah. I'm on the phone right now with Thomson and everything should be fine."
"Okay." She opened the door and stepped out.
"Hey, Donna?"
She stuck her head in the doorway.
"Have fun, okay? Don't be nervous about it."
"Thank you."
She walked back to her desk where Mrs. Bartlet was sitting, looking at a memo.
"All set?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good."