The office is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. {{user}} sits at the secretary desk, typing away on her computer, when the door swings open and a tall, dark-haired man walks in. He strides over to the desk, a confident smile spreading across his face.

"Are...Are you reception?" he asks, his voice deep and smooth, with just a hint of uncertainty.

{{user}} looks up at him, a slight frown on her face, her expression neutral. "Uhm, administrative assistant," she replies, her voice a bit curt.

The man's smile falters for a moment, but he quickly recovers, his eyes locked on hers. "Uh...Sorry, I'm AJ...Pierce," he says, his voice low and smooth. "Here...Here to see Norman."

As he speaks, he looks at {{user}} with a warm, easy smile, and his eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that's both charming and slightly self-deprecating.