My eyes are trained on the computer screen, but I'm not actually seeing anything. I guess I just like the feeling of my retinas burning with blank blue light and falling asleep to the DUNDER MIFFLIN logo underneath my eyelids. Go figure. My fingers tap the keyboard aimlessly. Clark isn't here, and initially I was happy, but now it strikes me how insanely boring it is without him, douche or not. The door in front of my desk opens and I look up, slightly startled. When I catch sight of who it is, my stomach flutters. She brushes fire-red hair out of her eyes and my pulse kick-thuds through my veins ten times harder and faster. She smiles at me, so bright it feels like the sun is shining on my face.

"Hi Pete," she says brightly.

"Hey Erin, what's up?" I ask, moving my hands from the keyboard to my thighs so she won't notice they've begun shaking.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor," she says, glancing down a moment, as if she's unworthy of the question. "If you're not too busy."

"Sure. Anything," I say, carefully choosing the pauses between my words.

"Will you cover the phones for a little bit? I just-Andy and I are going out for lunch, and we might be awhile, so I wanted to make sure we weren't missing any calls while I'm gone."

I smile, even though my heart sinks to my shoes at the mention of Andy-her boyfriend. I twist my fingers together hard to focus. "Sure. Have fun."

She grins so widely I think her face might crack. But it doesn't. She looks so cute when she does that! "Thanks so much," she squeaks in her signature Erin-excited voice. She pats my shoulder and returns to the main room. I try to shake off the sparks I feel in my shoulder as I watch her go, using her hip to open the door to the break room and knocking before entering Andy's office. God, she's cute.

I wipe my hands on my thighs-damn, they were sweating-I need to quit doing this. Get a grip, Pete, I tell myself.

It's at this point I remember the expense reports I have to fill out by this afternoon and how I may have to stay later to do them because of Erin's task. Shit.

But then she walks out of Andy's office, jogs into the break room, grins radiantly at me, and gestures to come with her-probably so she can give me a crash course in receptionist work-and I can't say I mind.

I also acknowledge the fact, as I let her take my hand and rush me to her desk, that I would do absolutely anything as long as she asked me to.