She continued to apply pressure to the wound on his cheek, her hands steady despite the situation. "We need to find a pharmacy to get this cleaned up properly," she said, her voice calm and reassuring.
He nodded, wincing slightly in pain. The pain slowly spreading through his face. He bit his lip while trying to keep his cool as she tended to the wound. It
"There's one just a few blocks from here," she continued.
They made their way quickly through the dimly lit streets, his steps a bit slower due to the pain. As they approached a busy intersection, she instinctively reached out and took his hand. "Come on, let's cross together," she said, her grip firm yet gentle. He felt a surprising sense of comfort from the simple gesture.
It was as if her touch provided not just physical support, but also a sense of security he hadn't realized he needed. The warmth of her hand seemed to ease the throbbing pain in his arm, and for a moment, he forgot about the chaos around them. As they crossed the intersection, Harvey felt a flutter in his stomach. Sparks seemed to ignite with every step they took together, and he couldn't help but glance at the woman, her determined expression giving him strength. "Thank you," he murmured, feeling a mix of gratitude and something more, something he couldn't quite name.
When they finally reached the pharmacy, she guided him inside. The pharmacy was slightly empty at this time, a few lingering customers trying to by last minute medications for themselves or others. The bright lights and sterile smell were a stark contrast to the chaos outside. She weaved her way through the aisles as if she'd been here a million times. She quickly grabbed some antiseptic and bandages from the shelves, then led him to a quiet corner.
"Sit down," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. He complied, watching as she removed the handkerchief and expertly cleaned and bandaged his wound. The antiseptic stung a little but the closeness between them had provided a comfort that Harvey didn't know he needed. "Hey, you're pretty good at this," he remarked, trying to lighten the mood. But still feeling slightly loopy from the blood loss.
She smiled slightly. "I've had some practice." Her hands worked meticulously as if she's done it a million times before. She finished applying the bandage and gave him a reassuring look. "There you go, all patched up." She patted him twice on the shoulder, before continuing. "You know, if you keep getting into trouble, I might have to start charging you for my services."
Harvey chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Well, if it means getting to spend more time with you, I might just take that risk."
Donna raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Careful what you wish for. I might just hold you to that."
They were both drawn out from the moment, a loud noise came from the front of the store. They both turned to see a couple of teenagers setting off the security alarm, causing a distraction. They exchanged a quick glance.
"Looks like nows our chance," he said, nodding towards the exit.
She grinned. "Let's make a run for it." They swiftly moved towards the door, blending into the chaos. Once outside, they ducked into a nearby alley, laughing breathlessly.
"Well, that was a bit more excitement than I bargained for," she said, catching her breath.
He smiled. "Just another day in the life. Thanks for the help. I owe you one." He hesitated, hoping she would catch on and offer her name.
"Don't mention it, and it's Donna, by the way." she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'll definitely be cashing in that favor someday."
"Harvey," he said, his smile widening. "Harvey Specter. And I'll be waiting for that favor call, Donna." The way her name rolled off his tongue felt natural, almost like it was meant to be. He could feel the sparks between them growing stronger, making him look forward to whatever lay ahead.
As they continued walking, Harvey couldn't help but steal glances at Donna. There was something intriguing about her, something that made him want to know more. "So, Donna," he began, trying to keep the conversation light, "what brings you to this part of the city? Do you often rescue strangers in distress?"
Donna laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Only the ones who look like they could use a friend," she replied. "And you looked like you could use one today."
Harvey chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Well, I guess I got lucky. Not every day you meet someone like you."
"Likewise," Donna said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Now, let's get you somewhere safe and figure out what to do next."
The pressure from her squeeze, traveled up his arm and to his heart. His heart beat quickened slightly. He let out a silent breathe and continued keeping her pace. This was just the beginning, and he had a feeling that his encounter with Donna was going to lead to something extraordinary.
The time flipped midnight, in the heart of the city that never sleeps. They walked through the bustling streets, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement from a recent rain. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the pharmacy. It was Harvey's first time pulling stunts like that but he was sure he would do it again if he was with Donna. Something about her brought out a part of them that he had never witnessed with anyone.
Finally, they arrived at the bar, a cozy retreat from the chaos outside. They sat across from each other, the hum of conversations and soft clinking of glasses filling the air around them.
Harvey signaled the bartender, "I'll have a scotch, please," he said, while Donna added, "I'll take a martini, thank you." The bartender nodded, preparing their drinks swiftly. They settled into the booth, the soft glow of the dim lights casting a warm ambiance around them, ready to unwind and enjoy each other's company in the peaceful haven of the bar.
Harvey swirled his scotch thoughtfully, the ice cubes clinking softly, while Donna sipped her martini, her eyes studying him intently. The air was thick with unspoken words, the tension palpable as they navigated the delicate balance of their complicated relationship found a sense of understanding and hope.
Their eyes boring into each others. Donna spoke, "umm, let me start! so Harvey", she said emphasizing his name. "Who's your first celebrity crush?"
Harvey chuckled, taking a sip of his scotch before answering. "That's an easy one," he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "It was Audrey Hepburn. I watched 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' and was completely captivated. What about you, Donna?"
Donna laughed softly, setting her martini glass down. "Audrey Hepburn, huh? Classy choice." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Mine was George Clooney. I saw him on 'ER' and just couldn't get enough. Those eyes, you know?"
Harvey raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "George Clooney, huh? I should've known you had a thing for the charming types. Those eyes must have made quite an impression on you."
Donna leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling. "What can I say? I have a weakness for charm."
Harvey's smile widened as he whispered, "I'll take that as a challenge."
Harvey's smile widened as he whispered, "I'll take that as a challenge." He leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. Donna could feel his warm breath on her skin, and her heart raced with anticipation. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that charged, intimate moment.
Harvey's smile faltered slightly as Donna gently pulled back, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Just so there's no misconception, this isn't happening," she said with a playful tone, breaking the tension between them.
"Yeah, no, I'm on the same page," Harvey replied, matching her playful tone.
Harvey laughed softly, shaking his head. "You really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don't you?"
Donna grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's one of my many talents."
They both took a moment to enjoy the lighthearted banter, the tension from earlier now replaced by a comfortable camaraderie.
"Alright," Harvey said, raising his glass. "To unexpected adventures and charming company."
Donna clinked her glass against his. "I'll drink to that."
As they sipped their drinks, the conversation flowed easily, shifting from playful teasing to deeper, more personal topics. They talked about their dreams, their fears, and the paths that had led them to this very moment.
Donna smiled. "So, any fears you're willing to share?"
Harvey chuckled, "Woah, that's a change of tone."
Donna replied. " Well, you don't have to answer if you don't want to. You can just drink your drink and live with the fact that you're afraid."
Harvey hesitated for a moment before answering. "Losing the people I care about. It's something I think about more than I'd like to admit."
Donna reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "You're not alone in that, Harvey. We all have those fears. But it's the connections we make that help us get through them."
Harvey looked into her eyes, feeling a sense of comfort and understanding. "Thanks, I needed to hear that. What about you? What are your fears?"
Donna took a sip of her drink, considering her next words. "Well, for one, I used to be terrified of public speaking. The thought of standing in front of a crowd made me break out in a cold sweat."
Harvey looked genuinely surprised. "You? Afraid of public speaking? I would've never guessed."
"It took a lot of practice to get over it," Donna admitted. "But now, I actually enjoy it. It's empowering to have a voice and be heard."
Harvey nodded, impressed. "I get that. It's all about facing your fears head-on."
They continued talking late into the night, sharing stories and bonding over their shared experiences.
Donna's phone suddenly rang, interrupting their conversation. She quickly glanced at the screen, a look of surprise crossing her face. "Is that your phone, Harvey?" she asked, momentarily confused.
Harvey chuckled and jokingly remarked, "My phone's dead, so it must be yours!" Donna laughed in response, realizing the mix-up as she answered the call. Harvey playfully shook his head, amused by the situation.
"Sorry, I need to take this," Donna said apologetically as she answered the call. Harvey nodded understandingly, giving her a reassuring smile
Donna answered the call, her expression shifting as she recognized the voice on the other end. "Hey, Rachel…" she said, her tone a mix of surprise and concern. "Wait, what? He's in town for the party? With his new girlfriend?" She paused, listening intently. "Fiancée? Wow, I didn't know they were that serious."
She sighed, glancing back at Harvey for a moment before continuing, "No, I hadn't heard. It's just... unexpected, you know? Yeah, I'm fine. It's just weird thinking about it." Donna's voice softened, "I appreciate you telling me, though. Okay, let's catch up there. Thanks, Rachel. No, I'm not going to the party, I can't… not with them there.
She paused for a minute, listening to Rachel on the other end. "Okay, text me the address… I'll talk to you later." She hung up the phone, placing it face down on the table. Her eyes still staring at the back of her phone. She let out a sigh.
Harvey looked at Donna with concern in his eyes. "Hey, you don't have to go if you don't want to," he said gently. "I know it's tough seeing him again, especially with everything that happened. Do you want to talk about it or maybe we could go somewhere else. And hey, if you do decide to go, I'll go with you for support. You don't have to face it alone."