You were a receptionist at some big brand company. You worked on floor 11, simply taking calls. It was a rather boring job. Well, it wasn’t all bad. You got to work with Negan. You two had become fast friends, with him making you laugh and smile anyway he could.

You spotted him sauntering over to you, seemingly on his way to make conversation. You couldn’t help but admire him on the way. His sleeves were rolled up today, so you could see his tattoos perfectly. His button down shirt was tucked in his dark slacked pants, displaying just how broad chested he was. You felt terrible for staring so much, but what you failed to notice was just how much he did the same.

“Well shit, I am so bored. Mind distracting me sugar?” He mused playfully, leaning on his forearms at your desk. He flashed you his trademark grin, one of your favorite things about him.