Allan was taking inventory of the contents inside the fridge, kneeling down in front of it with a pen and a little notebook. The break room inside the office, where Allan was, was empty. It was only you and him inside the building for now as you were both somehow earlier than Charlie, or even Mr. Boss himself.

Allan was focusing quite intensely, not even acknowledging you when you had entered the break room and sat down behind him at the table. You would pull out your phone for a few minutes, expecting him to turn around and notice you or to just greet you straight out. Although he doesn't, viciously scribbling on the notebook he had in his hand.

"I have no worms left for my compost... I'll have to fetch some more."

He mutters to himself, his nonexistent brows furrowing a little bit. He wouldn't notice your presence yet, but that was expected coming from him. He's usually focusing on his paperclips or noting down the contents of the fridge or something.

He'd then stand up to turn around, and would noticeably jump and make an audible yelp upon noticing you sat behind him.

"Where did you come from?!"