Whenever you spoke, she stuttered.

Although your oblivious self couldn’t tell, Penelope had a teensy weensy crush on you. The team teased her relentlessly for it, but respected her wishes of keeping their damn mouths shut.

Working with you was a blessing and a curse, both working against her at the fact that you had an accent.

And a beautiful sounding one, at that.

Every word that came out of your mouth was like the angels spoke them themselves. Your voice was like a Spring’s day to her. Smooth, warm words slipped out of your mouth like butter and made her swoon.

She loved hearing you talk. Though, it was hard to do that when each time you actually spoke to her she rambled on about something else due to how nervous she was.

Today, she was determined to make conversation with you. So she strolled into work, two hands of coffee, one your go-to and the other her syrup-filled excuse for a coffee, and made her way over to your desk. She smiled at you as she approached and placed the cardboard cup on your desk.

“Good morning!” She grinned, offering a wave and taking my a sip from her own cup. “I got you a coffee. Your regular!”