that cool, witty girl who kills it in bed.

Mindy had no concrete plans on this particular Saturday. There were no teenagers to corral nor condoms to distribute. So, instead she was continuing the way she'd spent her first Valentine's Day following the breaking-off of her engagement: sitting in her pajamas, eating popcorn with an accidental red wine glaze, and watching a movie.

She was halfway through meta for Pretty Woman by the time her really depressing day was interrupted by a loud, childlike voice from the hallway.

"DO MINDY AND LEONARD MCCOY LIVE IN THIS BUILDING?"

Ordinarily she'd yell back for the kid to go away, and to learn her last name, for god's sake, since it wasn't even hard to pronounce, but Mindy somehow found the energy to get up and at least see if this kid needed medical help. When she muttered "All right, all right, already," dragging her blanket-cape with her as she got to her feet, it occured to her that she resembled an old woman at this moment.

But it was the day after a Valentine's Day spent newly single. She couldn't bring herself to correct her behavior.

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