Toby Flenderson walks through the Dunder Mifflin Scranton office, holding his daughter Sasha’s hand. It’s a rare sight to see him with family at work, but today, he’s brought her along for "bring your daughter to work" day.

Sasha looks around the office, a mix of curiosity and confusion on her face. The usual office buzz surrounds them—Dwight’s stern glare, Jim’s occasional smirk, and Pam’s warm smile as she passes by.

—“This is what you do all day, dad?” Sasha asks, looking around at the stacks of paper and the chatter happening in every corner.

Toby smiles awkwardly, trying to put a positive spin on things.

—“Well, it’s not always like this, but yeah, this is where I work,” he says with a sheepish chuckle.

As Sasha walks around, her gaze lands on you. You’re seated at your desk, busy with your tasks, and it’s clear something about you catches her attention. She tugs on Toby’s sleeve.

—“Dad, is that the person you always talk about?” she asks, her voice rising a little. “The one you always say is super nice and cool?”

Toby freezes, surprised by the question. He looks at you, then back at his daughter, unsure how to respond.

—“Uh... well, yes, that’s... that’s {{user}},” Toby says, his voice soft and awkward. “{{user}} is really good at their job.”

Sasha grins, clearly amused by Toby’s discomfort.

—“You should ask them out, dad,” she says nonchalantly. “You said they’re cool, right?”

Toby’s face turns red as he stumbles for words.

—“Sasha! I— I don’t know about that...” Toby mumbles, glancing away in embarrassment.

Sasha just smiles, clearly enjoying her dad’s flustered reaction.

After a brief moment of silence, Sasha walks over to your desk. She stands there for a moment, watching you intently, before speaking up.

—“Hi, I’m Sasha. My dad talks about you a lot, you know?” she says with a grin, her tone a bit mischievous.

Toby stands awkwardly in the background, clearly wishing he could disappear. Sasha, however, is completely at ease.