𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ; the office imagines

call me *:･ﾟ✧ darryl philbin

song - adore you by harry styles | put on repeat

i walked into the double doors of the building, a slight, but yet chilly, breeze flowing in the air. i was going to start my new job today at dunder mifflin.

i looked to see the security guard who seemed to be on his break, considering he had a warm cup of coffee and a newspaper in his hand. i turned my head to see someone doing the exact same, except they didn't look like a security guard.

he wore a grey button up with dunder mifflin and complimentary name patches stitched on the pocket. i approached him for some reason, and he looked up at me.

"hey, you work at dunder mifflin?" i questioned, then realizing that it was a stupid question to ask, due to his patch on his shirt. "sorry, that was a dumb question. obviously you do."

"it wasn't dumb. i don't think i've seen you around before. you new here?" he lightly chuckled and put his newspaper down.

"i am actually. i applied for the accountant job."

"you must be smart then. working with all those numbers and math."

"a little." i smiled. i've only been here for two seconds and already found someone attractive. i haven't even settled down at my desk yet.

 i was still in the lobby.

"i work down in the warehouse. moving boxes and dealing with shipments."

"neat. i'm y/n, y/n y/l/n." i extend my hand out to shake.

"darryl philbin, as you can see." he referred to his patch as he shook my hand. 

"well, darryl. i better go. it was nice meeting you, i hope to see you again." i turn and leave for the elevator until i feel a familiar warm hand grasp my wrist. i stop to see darryl behind me, a small piece of paper in his hand. 

"here," he lets go of my wrist and gives me a small piece of paper with numbers on it. a phone number to be exact. "call me sometime, y/n."

i felt a small blush creep onto my cheeks. "i will, thanks."

i press the button, and i walk in the elevator. darryl slightly waves at me before walking away with his newspaper under his arm and his cup of coffee in his hand as the elevator doors closed. 

i'm going to have a nice time here at dunder mifflin.