Nothing Better
Holly can think of a number of reasons why dating Michael Scott is far from the most brilliant idea she has ever conceived. From a purely HR standpoint, of course, dallying with a co-worker is strongly advised against. Dallying with a superior is even worse, and she can only begin to imagine the paperwork that would ensue were the two of them ever discovered to be in an arrangement even resembling a romantic entanglement. Then there is the wholly practical matter of getting used to Scranton. It has always been difficult for her to feel comfortable in the work environment, no matter how many times she smiles at her colleagues or cracks a joke while waiting for her turn at the coffee maker, and she highly doubts that, by rendezvousing with the boss, she will make a particularly good impression on the people with whom she will be spending forty hours a week.
But, when Holly catches his eye from across the room and she finds her mouth toying with a smile, when he insists on opening the door for her and their hands touch, when they are alone in her cubicle, their whispers heedless of the thinness of the surrounding walls, she wonders if any of that really matters at all.
