This is the last chapter everyone. Time for a new episode! Thanks for the support y'all.
Mindy closed the door to Danny's apartment and immediately collapsed outside his door. She had no idea what was happening, what she was doing, where she was going, anything, nothing, she could hardly even breath and the stress gags were starting. "Deep breaths," she thought as she took herself through a calming routine. Finally, she averted her panic attack and had a chance to think.
First question: what just happened? Danny kissed her and she passed out. Danny kissed her and she liked it. Danny kissed her and she kissed him back. Yikes! Okay, okay, so what now? They worked together, this would complicate things. Right? But, she had been sexing Jeremy when they worked together at this same practice and that had turned out okay. Truth was, she was afraid. Somehow Danny had become her bestie. He's risen all the way to the best friend tier, heck he may have even created a tier of his own. "A Danny tier," she thought.
And that's when the other shoe dropped.
Mindy bolted up. Her mind was finally clear. She lifted her hand to knock on the door when it opened and she found herself staring at a very stunned Danny.
He just stood there, frozen. She'd left, run away, she didn't want him. This was the answer he'd been dreading. Suddenly it felt like all the air had left the room as heat rose in his cheeks. He touched them, he was blushing, he was embarrassed. Sadness was about to wash over him, when he felt something stirring inside him: anger. That's right, he, Danny Castellano, was going to skip over the sadness and go straight to the anger.
Who was she to run out on him right after sharing an intimate moment? No, he wasn't going to stand for this. He wasn't going to allow his workplace to become an awkward nightmare. He was going to confront her and she was going to have to answer for her actions. Yeah. He strode over to the door and swung it open.
They played the staring game for a minute before Danny started to speak, "Look Mindy-"
"No wait Danny, let me say something first. I'm sure you're not happy with me for just running out of here, but I panicked and I needed a minute to think. Now that I've had that chance, I've realized something. And that thing is that I keep living each day like I'm going to end up in some kind of romantic comedy and I search desperately for the guy who can make that fantasy real, but I didn't have to be jumping through all these hoops and checking criteria of a list. And the reason why I didn't have to be doing any of this is because of you. You're my handsome jerk turned romantic love interest and I'm just sorry it took me so long to figure that out. So I dunno, would you like to go out sometime? In a non-work or friendship related capacity?"
Danny's insides felt like a hurricane had just blown through them, probably because one had. Hurricane Mindy: always there to make him feel like up is down and like his tongue is made of cotton candy and snakeskin. God, where did that combo come from? Hurricane Mindy, that's where. Danny took a deep breath and tried to speak, but like so many times before he couldn't seem to find the words. But who needs words? Danny Castellano was a man of action, a man of action who apparently thought about himself in the third person, but a man of action nonetheless.
Danny took one step forward to close the distance and effectively invade her personal bubble. He looked down at her softly and allowed his forehead to slowly connect with hers as the back his left hand came forward to stroke her cheek. And then somewhere in the eye of the storm came a word that thankfully made sense in the context of her question. "Okay."