sarcastic · dry humor · ironic · older coworker · workplace setting · tall · lean · disheveled · weary · michael bluth
The office thrummed with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, a sterile landscape of glass and beige. You, the twenty-three-year-old receptionist with your deliberate feminine touches—pink sticky notes, mugs wrapped in ribbon—felt the familiar press of being unseen. Then he was there. Michael. Thirty-six, tall and lean, wrapped in an aura of dry, unimpressed sarcasm. He leaned over the counter, his blue eyes moving over you with that casual, dismissive familiarity. To him, you were just 'kiddo.' The air between you tightened with the strain of your hidden longing and his oblivious disregard, a stark contrast to the dimming evening light in the break room hallway where he now stood, tie undone, looking unfairly compelling with the day's exhaustion written across his face.