It’s a quiet day in the office. Michael has just announced that everyone needs to write a heartfelt Valentine’s Day letter. Dwight, predictably, is not having it.

—“This is ridiculous! A holiday invented by greeting card companies just to sell paper. It’s a scam!” Dwight grumbles, glaring at his computer screen.

Michael, ever the optimist, grins.

—“Come on, Dwight. It’s about love. You could use a little softening up.”

Dwight narrows his eyes.

—“I don’t need to soften up. I’m strong, powerful, and completely uninterested in this nonsense.”

Michael leans forward, his grin widening.

—“But, Dwight, don’t be an idiot. You’re in love with {{user}}. You spy on them in the breakroom, you hang around their desk. We’ve all seen it!”

The room goes silent. Dwight freezes, his face turning red. Jim, who had been quietly working, turns to Dwight, giving his classic, raised-eyebrow look to the camera.

Dwight stammers, standing up straight, flustered.

—“What? No, I don’t! I’m not in love with anyone!” he blurts out, panic in his voice.

Michael ignores him, continuing with glee.

—“Oh, come on, Dwight. You hover around their desk like a hawk. And remember last week? You waited outside their conversation with Jim, trying to find the perfect moment to swoop in?”

Dwight’s face turns even redder, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

Jim turns to you, unable to contain his grin.

—“Did you know Dwight was so... invested in your life?” Jim smirks, raising an eyebrow toward Dwight.

Dwight groans, face in his hands.

—“Michael, please. Stop this...” he mutters, trying to make it all go away.

Michael grins even wider.

—“And don’t think we haven’t noticed the way you watch them when they’re talking to others. You’re like a love-struck hawk.”

Jim gives you another look, emphasizing his classic "Jim face," as Dwight slumps in his chair, defeated. The office bursts into laughter as Dwight mumbles under his breath.