Missed her was right. Josh missed her his whole life until he met her. The day she came into the Nashua office he had considered one of the best days of his life. At around 11:55 last night he determined that yesterday was going to top the list, and he had been so looking forward to this morning until he awoke to find her gone.
"Leo" The greeting was both a question and a statement. "Hi"
Josh put his arm up to hold the elevator doors for the man and indicated that Leo should step in. "You're not coming up with me, Josh?" Leo questioned him knowingly.
"No, I was…uhhhh…just coming down to…uhhhhh…" Josh rubbed the back of his head and struggled to find a lie to tell to this man he couldn't lie to.
"Seriously, Josh, you missed her. I saw her get into a cab myself."
Josh's attention immediately shot to the empty driveway where he stared intently as if he were confused by the vacant pavement outside.
In a trance Josh stepped back into the elevator.
Leo at least somewhat spared both he and Josh from the awkwardness of the situation by not brining it up. It really wasn't any different from what he and the entire White House staff had done for years; ignoring what was obviously an insane amount of chemistry between two individuals who refused to see it. Leo knew Josh would be resistant to explain and he really didn't feel like torturing the man beyond the look of dejection he already possessed.
So he and Josh rode the elevator up to the Santos level in silence with Josh standing stiff as a statue and staring past the elevator buttons. When the doors parted Leo said "See ya" and stepped out. Josh responded with a nod of his head and walked in the opposite direction to his now empty room. He opened the door and entered the bathroom taking in his appearance. Josh felt as though he was going to cry- either cry or throw his hand through a window. Either way it wouldn't change last night or, more accurately, this morning. "She's left me again." He thought sadly to himself.
Donna looked at herself across town in the bathroom mirror of her own hotel room. Her run in with Leo had left her flustered and it took her two attempts to recite her hotel's proper name when she got into the cab (she thinks the first one she named was back in Cleveland which CLEARLY confused the cabbie). The ride had taken a little over a half an hour, a time span that Donna had failed to notice last night when she rode back to Josh's hotel making out like a teenager in the back of a staffed campaign car. She felt that the pungent aroma of the cab was the perfect scent to be left lingering on her body as she began to strip down for her shower. She prayed that she wouldn't smell Josh, prayed that she could forget the night's activities. "I've left him again." She thought sadly as she began to cry. Donna sobbed in the shower as the warm water flowed down her hair and back. What had she been thinking?