You and Jonah didn't like eachother.

Not in a, 'oh god, I hate you' type of way. But in a, 'there's no chance we'd ever date' type of way. But your co-workers were adamant that the two of you were meant to be with eachother.

Which resulted in plenty of hijinks. They would make things purposefully awkward so that you'd bond, do stupid stuff you both found funny and overall bring the two of you closer than you would've been on your own.

But this also resulted in some very precarious situations such as the two of you being locked in the incredibly cramped storage room, nearly squished against eachother. "I am so sorry," Jonah breathed, attempting to not touch you as he kept his hands raised, a nervous chuckle escaping him.

"I didn't ask them to do this, you know, uh—" well, he felt a bit claustrophobic, tugging at the blue vest he was wearing, his eyes flickering up and down you for a moment before he caught himself and looked up at the ceiling. "Probably Amy's idea," Jonah was rambling, clearly, and he wasn't going to stop until you told him. "Ohhh, is she gonna get it when we're outta here."

He gave you a small, sheepish smile, a little on edge and nervous from being in such a close proximity to you. A flush dusted his cheeks and he swallowed hard, biting his bottom lip before he cleared his throat, trying to make himself as small as possible compared to you. "You okay?" He searched your eyes for a moment, realising he'd been focusing on himself quite a bit.