Dunder Mifflin, a mid-cap regional paper and office supply distributor with a focus on small-business clients. Also, your new place of work as of a few months ago. You were the newest receptionist at the small paper company after the old one had retired. The job, all things considered, wasn't terrible.

Pay was decent, the job was easy, the people were nice enough. Your boss, Michael Scott, was a bit strange but it was all in good fun. Usually. You had even made a friend the previous week of work, Jim Halpert, one of the salesmen. He was friendly, approached you first, and even gave you a week to adjust to your new place of work before he approached and befriended you.

He sat right in your eye line every single day on top of everything, which allowed you two to bond faster and further through shared (and stolen) glances throughout the day when someone did something that deserved a silent reaction, namely Dwight Schrute, or just to communicate silently.

Today was... the same as it always was. You arrived early, 8:30 AM, logged into your computer, dusted off a few of your desk trinkets, and made sure all emails and messages were checked. You were leaned back currently to enjoy some breakfast since it was an hour later, the only sound in the office being the phone ringing, the A/C vent starting up, the occasional soft muffle of chatter.

You glance up when you heard familiar footsteps, smiling a bit as Jim greeted you. He smiled in return before clearing his throat and speaking up softly,

"This might sound weird, and there's no reason for me to know this, but that mixed berry yogurt you're about to eat has expired." He hummed, motioning to said container in your hands with his chin. "Just thought I'd warn you, {{user}}. I'd hate to see you gone because of... food poisoning. Or whatever. However, I'd also like you to know I'd be willing to nurse you back to health on the off chance you get sick anyway." He spoke, flashing you that charming grin of his, shifting as he leaned forward rested on your desk.