Crush on the Prankster Salesman

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Your POV:

I hear a loud pop and a giggle from behind me and I jerk my head around to see Michael at reception.

"Hey, you ready?" He asks walking toward Jim and pointing at him with his newspaper. Michael holds up his bag and taps it, Jim reaches under his desk and pulls out a red gym bag.

"Huh, alright. Secret sign." Michael chuckles before pointing back to the far corner of the room.

"Ryan?" He raises an eyebrow and Ryan holds his bag up in the same motion.

"Excellent, excellent." Michael says to himself and the camera before turning to walk into his office.

"Michael!" Dwight yells, causing Michael and I to look at him before also holding up a navy-blue sports bag with an almost dopey smile. Michael groans lightly before turning and walking into his office.

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Pam and I stand at her desk as she squeezes glue on the edge of her desk.

"Okay, push these pieces together." She tells me pressing her piece of the desk against the piece I hold.

"So, what exactly happened?" I ask raising a brow.

"Michael hit the corner of the desk with his newspaper when he came in."

"That's what that sound was!"

"Yeah." Pam chuckles back before her phone rings.

"Will you hold that?" I reach and press both pieces together as she walks around and answers the phone.

"Dunder Mifflin this is Pam. Oh, hi Vicky." She says as I turn my focus back to what I'm doing.

"Ooh. Glue." I look up as Jim grabs the glue bottle and squirts it into his hand, lifting it high in the air and making a long stream.

"Ever do this when you were a kid?"

"Duh." I answer a small smile falling on my face. He sets the bottle down on the edge of the desk and rubs his hands together while looking me in the eyes.

"Did you peel it off and make fake skin?"

"No, I was the only kid that didn't do that." He states with a serious face and monotone voice before laughing. He lifts one hand to his face and starts blowing to dry the glue. I blow on the other hand he has relaxed, Jim chuckles and glances at me before blowing his hand again.

"Sorry to interrupt the, lovebirds, but you can let go of the desk (f/n)." Pam leans across the desk and into our view. My ears get a little warm before I answer.

"Oh, right. Thanks." I clear my throat and let go.

"Thanks for your help."

"Welcome." I call back as I sit at my desk. My phone rings and I pick up.

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Jim's POV:

"Welcome." (f/n) tells Pam and sits in her chair. I stand at reception and blow on my hands, my mind blank. I close and open my hands a couple of times before walking over and sitting at my desk. I search through my drawers looking for a tissue opening and closing my hands a couple more times. (f/n)'s desk phone rings and she answers. I get up and walk into the kitchen to scrub my hands in the sink.

"Why did I even..?" I grumble under my breath.

"That was so stupid, 'Did you ever do this when you were a kid?'." I mock myself and roll my eyes groaning. I finish washing my hands and walk back to my desk.

"So you washed it off huh?" (f/n) asks as I sit down.

"Huh? Oh yeah, still have to use my hands." I answer holding both my hands up palm side out towards her and wiggling my fingers.