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Alex was nearly pushed into the coffee shop by a kid rollerblading on the sidewalk. She turned to give him a glare as the door closed in her face, and it took her a moment to get her bearings. When she saw that Donna wasn't there yet, she got her latte and found a table facing the door.

Donna walked in a few minutes later, catching Alex's eye as she went to the counter to get her coffee. She joined Alex a few minutes later, glad to find that things weren't as awkward this time as they were the last they had met without Patrice. "Alex. Good to see you."

"Good to see you too." She smiled and it wasn't forced. "Thank you for agreeing to take care of the girls."

"Of course. I love dogs." Donna smiled. "Do you mind if I ask where you're going?"

Alex put down her cup after taking a sip. It surprised her that Patrice hadn't mentioned it, but she hadn't really known the nature of the conversation they had about this. "Oh...I'm taking her to Paris," she replied, smiling again.

"Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time." She sipped her coffee. "Is there anything I need to know about the dogs?"

Alex rummaged in her purse for a small planner and took a sheet of paper out. On it, she had the time the dog walker came and the times she took the dogs out, as well as when she fed them and how much they ate. "These are the basics. They'll both try to test what they can get away with you... Persia, the ginger colored one, will be pretty overt about it. But Porcelain can be tricky."

Donna nodded. "Well, I'm not much a pushover." She smirked slightly, remembering Alex trying to see what she could get away with.

Cheeks coloring slightly as if she knew just what Donna was thinking, Alex coughed lightly. "No...not at all. I'm sure you'll be fine. They just...need attention."

Donna raised her eyebrows slightly. "Then they'll have it."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." She played with the sleeve on the cup. "I'd take them if we could stay longer."

"Well, I really am happy to watch them." And now she had an idea for a Christmas present for Patrice other than the bottle of vodka that she was doing to fall back on.

"Thank you again." Alex pulled out a key and slid it over to Donna; her address was on the paper with the schedule. "I'm the penthouse, and I've let the doorman know your coming. If you want to take them home with you, feel free, but they're generally fine alone at night."

Donna nodded. "Alright."

Alex let out a long breath, about to speak again when her phone buzzed. She furrowed her brow as she looked at the screen. "I've got to go back to the office..."

"Of course." Donna smiled at her one last time. "I'll get this back to you when you get back in town."

"Thank you," she said as she stood. Alex nodded apologetically before hurrying out.