Dwight slams the door open-yeah, I didn't know it was possible until I met him either-and stalks into the break room. Erin is bouncing along behind him, glowing. I turn to look at her. "Hey, Erin," I say. God, I'm so pathetic. She grins at me. Then she yells something that sounds suspiciously like that language from Game of Thrones (my brother made me watch it). But how would she know that?

"Oh-okay," I say, caught off guard. "Sorry."