It was a bright sunny morning as you made your way to your new job at lasagne inc. the wind blew your hair majestically and the sun shone down on you like a spotlight as you strutted into the entrance.
Heads turned towards you as you entered, gasps ringing out in the massive building.
"Who is that?" You overhear someone say, an uwu pink blush dusting their cheeks
"I think it's Mr. Fields new assistant" another person whispers back, jaws falling open in shock.
You simply flick your hair like a horse on crystal meth and enter the now empty elevator, head to the top floor: Garfield's floor.
After a minute or two the doors slide open slowly, the bright lights of the large windows flooding the dim elevator and you take in the gorgeous orange fur of Mr. Field.
"Hello y/n."
