Harvey strutted through the firm that morning on his way to his office, trying not to think about what had happened that morning. As he rounded the corner he saw Donna sitting at her desk. He instantly felt better. 'What's with that? How can one person lift your mood so much?' he wondered. As he reached her cubicle she looked up at him with a smile.
"Coffee?" she said with a raised eyebrow as she handed him the hot cup. He smiled back at her.
"You're the best," he said as he lifted the cup out of her grip and headed towards his office.
"Wait! Are you okay?" she called after him.
"Uh, yeah. Why?" he asked, confused. Except he wasn't confused at all. Instead he actually felt kind of stupid for thinking that he could get past Donna without her realising that he wasn't okay.
"Well, first of all, you never wear that shirt. Aaaand…" she looked down at his feet, "your shoelace is untied. What's up?" she said proudly. Dammit, he thought. How does she know him so well? He looked back at her pretending to be unimpressed with her observations. He walked into his office and immediately propped his left foot up on a chair to tie his shoelace. He heard her walk in behind him.
"Harvey?"
"What?" he sighed. He went to walk around his desk and sit in his chair but she had beaten him to it.
"You can't avoid me. I won't allow it," she said matter-of-factly as she leaned back in his desk chair. He pulled up another chair and sat across the desk from her.
"Scottie and I broke up," he said and before she could reply he quickly added while waving his finger at her, "and you're not allowed to try to get all the details out of me and console me. I'm fine. It's done. We're moving on. Now get out of my chair."
"Harvey…" she said sadly. He hated being the reason for that look of disappointment on her face.
"Donna, please. I don't want to talk about it. Not yet," he said sternly.
"Fine. I will give you space if that's what you want. But this isn't the end of this."