"There's your pizza, Ma'am."
"Yes, thank you."
Donna receives the greasy and hot cardboard box, fumbling around in her portemonnaie for enough coins for a generous tip and exchanges it for the recently nominated UNESCO world heritage.
Balancing the jumbo pizza towards her kitchen in one hand and the check in the other, she realizes that something was missing.
Didn't she explicitly order some ice cream along with it?
Yes, she did, and as she studies the check, it's even listed.
Yet, for the love of god, no Chunky Monkey!
Releasing a deep sigh from her chest, she puts the pizza on the counter and grabs her phone to report the discrepancy, as the doorbell rings again.
"Oh thank god!" Donna murmurs in relief, the craving for another approximately 2000 calories provided by Ben & Jerry too much to handle in her desolate state.
She swings the door open with an enthusiastic "Good you came back, you forgot the ice cream… "
"What ice cream? All I know is that I was supposed to bring whipped cream, or a can opener, and just in case I brought both, but ice cream…? "
"Harvey, wha… "
"So, what ice cream? Is this the new thing now? Simple whipped cream isn't hipster enough? I mean, if we combine it with ice cubes, we could… "
"Harvey, what on god's heavenly earth are you doing here?"
"What do you mean? Can't a man come back home to his woman, get a glass of whatever half decent booze you have in store here and play around with whipped cream? Or the can opener?"
The ˋHarvey Specter specialˋ smirk spreads all across his face, an utter contrast
to Donna's shock distorted features.
"Harvey, are you… ok? Are you... drunk? Or… high?!" Donna whispers under her breath, too astounded to give her voice more resonance.
"Not yet, but if you want, we can change that. Maybe some wine would be nice for starters. Didn't you have some Pinot Noir around? I remember I gave you a package of very exclusive bottles for christmas last year, but I mean, sure, if you insist, I can call Ray and let him organize some ice cream instead."
Another grin, another round of wide open confused hazel eyes.
"Harvey, what the hell are you talking about? What… whipped cream? Or ice cream? What… "
"You started with the ice cream, it wasn't me. So can I come in now? I bet your neighbours WILL call the police if this gets out of hand, and it sure as hell might, any second now."
He places his right hand on the door frame, leaning towards her, forbidding her to slam it shut or otherwise risking to break all of his five fingers, if not entirely sever them.
"Harvey, I don't… "
"Donna, come on. You know why I'm here. And now let me come in for god's sake, or I swear, your neighbours will get a show they will never forget."
"But Harvey… "
"As you wish, madam."
His husky voice turns into a velvet growl, as he leans more forward, rising up his left hand to strike her cheek with his fingertips, removing the strands of hair in his way and repositioning them behind her ear.
His thumb follows the bow of her eyebrow, her cheekbone, down to the delicate distinct line of her lips.
Donna closes her eyes and would have purred like a cat if she'd been one, but instead she removes herself from the doorstep, but not without wrapping one arm around his neck.
"What took you so long?"
"Hell knows."
Epilogue
Frankly, Miguel had to admit to himself at least, that he wasn't very good at his job.
Not that he would ever mention it to his employers, and he was indeed very thankful they hired him, without any previous experience.
The job market was a battle field right now, even for the minimum wage ones.
And not that his job at the pizza delivery required special skills, but it required to deliver on time.
Like he failed to do earlier this evening, being more than half an hour late with some guy's calzone.
But, nevertheless and for unknown motives, got tips triple the amount of the order.
Another requirement was to not forget about orders stored in the freezer.
For whatever reasons, the customers used to order ice cream after 2 jumbo pizzas with an amount of around 10000 calories, but hell, this was America, the land of the free and the fat.
And on the end of his tour, as he was checking his vehicle, he found a box of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey in the back of it.
As he was still a rookie, and if a customer would complain he would get fired in a nanosecond, and he really needed this job, Miguel reviews his orders to figure out where to place this box of sweetness and diabetes doom.
Ah, it was this redhead's.
He remembered her well.
She was pretty, although older than him, but even with her pyjamas she looked hot as hell.
Unfortunately his life did not resemble any pornography platform, so he just gave her her quattro formaggi and now realized he forgot about her ice cream.
Maybe it was not too late.
It was, what?
Ok, only 30 minutes after he's been there, and a slim and fit lady like her wouldn't be finished with her jumbo pizza within that time.
And, she still didn't call his boss.
And, she gave a generous tip as she supposedly forgot about her ordering ice cream to accompany the cheese festivities.
He wasn't far away from her house, apparently nobody seemed to have the longing for a home cooked meal in her neighbourhood tonight, so Miguel performs an illegal U-turn to go back.
Grabbing the ice cream, along with an apology 10% off card for the next order, he rings at the hot redhead's door.
Expecting the redhead in her pyjamas, maybe with some cheese in the corner of her mouth, the door is opened by an intimidatingly handsome looking man in a silken women's bathrobe in bright violet colour and some lilies decoratively painted on top, being rudely greeted with a "Who the hell are you?"
After a few stuttered explanations, the man just nods.
"Oh, ok, that's why. I mean, the ice cream. Yes, thank you. Now get the fuck out of here."
He searches the pockets of his, or her bathrobe, only to find it empty.
"Just a second!"
He disappears behind the half closed door, shouting "Donna, where the fuck are my pants?" to receive a "I think somewhere near the couch table as far as I recall."
After a short period the man returns with a hundred dollar bill.
"Keep it. We just ran out of whipped cream. And the can opener broke as well, who would have thought."
"Mister, what the f… ? I mean... Thank you! I mean, oh my god… "
"Just get the fuck out here, will you now?"
The door slams shut only inches away from Miguel's nose, and some loud female giggle could still be heard through the not so thick wood.
"Did you just told this young man we broke the can opener? Oh my god, Harvey that's… "
"The 'oh my god Harvey' was a good start. Just keep on praying."
"Oh my… I mean… No… I mean… Stop that! It's fucking cold!"
"You wanted ice cream, I'm just respecting your wishes… "
"Oh dear god… You're such a… "
"I love you too, Donna."
THE END
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