Dr Danny Castellano

"You think I planned this? You think I wanted to get stuck in an elevator with a sweaty Italian who won't even call me his friend?" Mindy demands, knowing that in actuality it's as much his fault as hers. This is just their damn luck, the universe raining down on her total lack of parade because she ate beef one too many times, or something. She groans. Thank god she's not claustrophobic, because nothing about this is romantic enough to distract her from how close the walls and doors are.