The lights in the Dunder Mifflin office are dimmed — a miracle achieved with several extension cords and the removal of three ceiling bulbs by Dwight (who now insists he has night vision).

Pink and red streamers hang crookedly from the ceiling, a suspicious amount of glitter coats the reception desk, and a heart-shaped piñata is taped to the copier (which Stanley refuses to acknowledge).

It’s Valentine’s Day, and Michael Scott has declared this “The Most Romantic Office Party in Pennsylvania.”

A speaker blasts a playlist of awkwardly selected slow songs, handpicked by Andy (“I mixed Celine Dion with Blink-182 for range”). Kevin’s already eaten half the candy hearts and is now slow-dancing with a paper cutout of Sandra Bullock.

You’re standing by the snack table, sipping lukewarm punch from a Solo cup, when Michael claps his hands and announces:

—“IT’S TIME FOR A SLOW DANCE! Find your special someone — or your future special someone.” He winks in your general direction.

Jim raises his eyebrows from across the room. Pam smiles encouragingly. Angela looks like she’s about to murder someone with a heart-shaped cookie. Ryan is texting. Kelly is pretending not to care.

You glance around. The room slows. The lights flicker. Someone presses play on the cheesiest love song known to man.

Who do you ask to dance? Jim with his smirk and soft charm, Pam with her warmth and bright eyes, Dwight — if you’re feeling brave and a little chaotic, Kelly for some drama and sparkle, or Michael... just to see what happens when you say yes to the chaos?