Here is a very small, introduction to the au meetings of Darvey.

Donna angles her phone just right and clicks the button to take a picture. Not only does her phone make the shutter noise, but it also emits a prolonged flash. The gentleman who wasn't quite paying attention is definitely looking at her now. Her eyes immediately widen at the realization of what exactly just happened –

meanwhile, he's smirking.

This is shaping up to be the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.

She shrinks down in her seat then, hiding behind her phone screen. She ferociously debates whether to send the picture to her friend or not, but she decides that the damage has already been done. She adds a comment below the picture, and he saw me, before hitting send.

Her friend immediately replies: oh, he is cute

Donna huffs. Rather than replying to her on the rebound friend, Rachel, she buries her phone deep into her purses and attempts to pretend that the man she snapped a picture of really just does not exist. However, his smirk widens as he lets go of the rail he's holding on to and he crosses the subway car. She straightens up so fast, angling her back towards the empty seat next to her. Of course the homeless looking man on her other side seems to perk up at the movement and she has no choice but to face her embarrassment head on.

"You're lucky you got a picture of my good side," he says from above her.

Her eyes close as she gathers herself. She secretly hopes that enough time has passed by the time she looks at him again. She counts to three. Slowly, she peels her eyes open to look at him and, damn it, he's still there.

"You don't look like you belong on the subway," she replies.

"I'm a man of the people," he says with a shrug. "Do you mind if I sit?"

She gestures to the empty seat beside her where he promptly sits. She pulls her arms up to her chest, hugging her purse to her body. She huffs. "I didn't mean to take a picture of you."

"That seemed like a pretty voluntarily action to me," he counters.

"Look, my friend just broke up with her boyfriend and she wanted to see what you look like," she attempts at reasoning.

He laughs gently. He says, "She wouldn't even know I exist if you hadn't been talking about me."

"What are you? A lawyer?" She spats.

He shrugs, saying, "I dabble."

"You dabble?" She repeats, unconvinced.

"I practice corporate law uptown," he says, "Want to get a drink?"

"I don't even know you," she says, "Why would I want to get a drink with you?"

"You were the one who conveniently forgot to turn their flash off before taking a picture," he reminds her, "I'm just making light of the fact that you could be a potential stalker."

"So you're brilliant plan is to take your potential stalker out to drinks?" She checks, "Your fancy law degree certainly isn't an indicator of common sense."

"I'm asking you for drinks because I think you're pretty," he says. She feels violated with his eyes on her, but he rolls his eyes to show her just how frustratingly difficult she's being. She's not normally this difficult, but she's in recovery from her embarrassment. "My name's Harvey. Now I'm not a stranger anymore."

"Fine," she agrees with a huff, "One drink."