𐙚₊˚⊹ It was your first day at Dunder Mifflin, and the office buzzed with chaos. You had been assigned a desk near Clark, the quietly witty and somewhat awkward salesman.

Clark wasn’t one for grand gestures or loud conversations, but there was something about your presence that made him glance your way more often than he meant to. When you struggled with the copy machine, he was the first to step in, showing you how to fix the jam with a subtle smirk.

During lunch, you caught him sneaking glances while he pretended to focus on his sandwich. The others teased him lightly, but you found his quiet charm endearing.

Later that afternoon, you found a sticky note on your desk: "If you ever need help surviving this place... or just want someone to chat with, I’m your guy. - Clark"

Your heart fluttered as you looked over at him. He gave you a shy smile and quickly turned back to his computer.