AN: My anxiety is out the roof.

The campaign was going smoothly. Everything was falling into place. Polls were on her side. People loved her. Her campaign managers were optimistic.

So, why was Leslie feeling restless? Why was she pacing back and forth in her office? Why did she feel like some plot twist was about to surface and ruin her chances of winning?

She couldn't explain this to her friends. Ann was amazing and supportive. But no amount of her best friend reassuring her could calm Leslie's nerves.

Leslie stepped out of the office and paused mid-step. Ben was at the reception area. He was stapling papers together. And their eyes met. With one look, Leslie knew that Ben understood what was going through her head. One side of his mouth quirked up, a tiny movement no one else would recognize it for what it was. Except Leslie knew it was an emphatic smile given just for her.

And she wants more than anything to run to him and seek comfort. And she knows that one hug would help calm her. But she can't have that. So she twirled on her feet and exited to the courtyard before she had a breakdown in the middle of the office. She needed to breathe.

Back at her desk, she still couldn't shake her feelings off. The breathing exercises she did outside didn't help. She was about to spiral. The waves of self-doubt were about to crash on her. Her eyes frantically roamed around her office trying to find some sort of distraction, then she noticed a yellow post it sticking out from the binder on top of her desk. Lifting the cover, she recognized what was on the square paper immediately.

It was a kiss monster. Ben's unmistakable stick figure with pursed lips. He'd drawn it and left it for her to find. Staring at the familiar inside joke that was theirs, Leslie could breathe again.