All the Right Answers
I meant to write an AndyAngela drabble… but this happened instead. Whoops. I'm not even a big fan of DwightAngela. Oh well, enjoy.
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The microphone was mere inches from her lips. How could it work—she wondered in passing— if it was pulled out from the keyboard? There was something in Andy's eyes at that moment, something she'd never noticed before. Hope.
It threw her for a loop. Angela was used to things being just so, and this was no exception. A proposal, on a night like this? During a party, that she hadn't helped plan? Surely the man was mad—or drunk. But glancing up at him now, she realized just how wrong she'd had it all.
He loved her. Regardless of her own feelings, Andy loved her. A sidelong glance was thrown at his parents—if she accepted, her in-laws—and on the way back, her eyes caught a certain former lover. Dwight, what would Dwight think of this?
But this wasn't about Dwight, she reminded herself, sitting a little more upright and fixing Andy with the usual firm look. Dwight wasn't a part of the equation. Her feelings for him weren't something to be considered at this point in time. For once—for once—things were going just right. Michael wasn't even here to mess this up. This was perfect.
"Okay."
The word slipped out so naturally, she had to wonder why. Andy's face broke into a smile, and he prompted her to say it again. "I said 'okay.'" She snapped into the microphone, applause bursting from the crowd.
And that smile, that smile her now-fiancé had fixed her with; that was the reason. He truthfully loved her, a love she wasn't sure she could return. She didn't see Dwight move. She didn't need to.
After all, how could she break that man's heart, right there in front of everyone? How could she hurt him like that, when she had grown to tolerate his odd little flirtations? He had put his heart out there for her to have; how could she break it?
Dwight knew. He had all the right answers. If only she'd seen it sooner.