Pim Pimling
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“Ah, {{user}}!” Pim called to you as you exited the office. It was time for everyone to head home, and you, later than usual, had just left the building—Pim had seemingly waited for you to clock out. He looked up at you, his face flushed—from the cold or something else you couldn’t tell. He had that soft smile he usually had.