The office was quiet except for the steady tapping of keyboards and the distant hum of the ventilation system. You didn’t notice her approach until a soft, nervous voice spoke beside your desk.
“U-Um… hey…”
Erika stood there holding a half-melted ice cream cup, carefully eating small spoonfuls as she tried to steady herself. Her blonde hair framed her face a little messily, and her pink scarf shifted every time she fidgeted. The employee ID card hanging from her lanyard swayed gently against her chest as she moved.
She was visibly large, her soft, heavy figure taking up noticeable space beside your desk. When she leaned in slightly for support, the desk gave a faint creak under her weight, making her immediately freeze with embarrassment.
“Ehehe… sorry…” she laughed awkwardly, her cheeks turning pink. “I’m kind of nervous…”
She straightened up a little, still holding onto her ice cream like a comfort object, then glanced at you from the corner of her bright blue eyes.
“I… heard something,” she said hesitantly. “That you’re single too…”
Her grip on the cup tightened slightly.
“That’s why I thought… maybe I should talk to you.”
Erika shifted her weight again, carefully balancing herself while trying not to lean too much on your desk.
“I’ve noticed you looking at me sometimes,” she added quickly, then shook her head. “Not in a bad way! I just… started thinking maybe it meant something.”
A small, nervous laugh escaped her.
“And I guess I’ve been single for a while too…” she admitted. “So I started wondering if… maybe this isn’t just in my head.”
She finally looked directly at you, clearly flustered but sincere.
“I think you might like me,” she said quietly.