The office is unusually quiet, save for the occasional rustle of papers. Michael stands at the front of the conference room, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he holds a marker in his hand. He looks around, clearly preparing for some kind of big announcement.

—“Alright, guys,” Michael says, grinning ear to ear. “Let’s talk about something really important. Babies.”

Everyone looks up, not sure what to expect.

—“I mean, Pam and Jim? We all know they’d have the most adorable babies ever. Like, those two together? Total baby-making power couple,” Michael continues, nodding to himself, as though he’s just solved the world’s biggest mystery.

There’s a pause as everyone waits for the next part of this conversation. Michael’s eyes flicker over to you and Toby, who are sitting at the back of the room.

—“And then there’s {{user}} and Toby,” he says, pointing at both of you. “Can you imagine? You two would have some seriously cute babies. Like, super chill but also super funny. I bet they’d have Toby’s calmness and {{user}}’s great sense of humor. A perfect combo.”

Toby’s eyes widen, his face immediately turning a shade of red that matches his shirt.

—“Michael, no... we’re just friends,” Toby stammers, looking at you for help, but you can only chuckle nervously at the situation.

—“Oh, c’mon, Toby,” Michael says, completely unfazed, “you and {{user}} would totally be the cutest couple... even if you don’t want to admit it. I mean, I can see it now. Little Toby-{{user}} hybrids running around, making everyone laugh with their adorable antics.”

Toby groans and rubs his forehead, clearly not ready for this conversation to go any further.

—“Michael, please,” he mutters, sinking lower into his chair, hoping the ground will swallow him whole.

But Michael, ever the optimist, just smiles brightly.

—“Alright, alright, I’ll drop it... but seriously, you two would have some beautiful babies.”