Toby lifted his head up when he heard the elevator doors shake. Danielle stood up, with her arms folded, and watched the doors open normally. Creed appeared and they stared, blankly.

Creed had his hair sticking up and colored jet black. Danielle debated whether she should say anything about his appearance as he pushed the correct button for their floor.

"Creed...how did you open-"

"Oh, it's no problemo. I get stuck in the elevator every week. Just need a firm, youthful hand to open it," Creed replied with his back to the two of them.

Toby blinked. "You...get stuck in the elevator every week?"

The old man gave a casual shrug. "Like I said, dude, no problemo."

They reached their floor as the elevator dinged. The doors opened and Creed stepped out first. Toby exited next with Danielle following behind. They both stood in silence as they gave sighs of relief.

Awkwardly, Danielle walked faster ahead and back into the office. Pam noticed her and gave her a tiny smile.

"Oh, hey, Toby," Pam chirped as Toby entered the office.

"Hey," Toby replied, with a smile of relief.

Danielle went to the break room and opened the fridge. She pulled out her paper bag of lunch and sat down. A toilet flushed as Kevin came out of the bathroom eating a bagel. Danielle grimaced with disgust, before giving him a fake smile when he noticed her sitting there.

"Hey," he said, in a low voice.

She sipped her juice box. "Hi."

Toby opened the break room door and Danielle smiled wider. "You're Kevin, right?"

Kevin blinked as he swallowed some of the bagel in his mouth. "Yeah."

Toby opened the fridge and took out his paper bag lunch, as well.

"We should get a coffee sometime," Danielle told Kevin as her eyes were on Toby.

The large man noticed her staring at Toby and paused. "Are you talking to...me?"

Danielle blushed as Toby looked at her from the fridge. She stuttered and replied, "Y-Yeah. Yeah, I'm Danielle, by the way."

"Okay," Kevin said as he bit his bagel.

He walked out of the break room, as Toby sat down in front of her. "Classy, Danielle."

She lowered her eyes to her juice and sipped it loudly. Toby pulled out a ham sandwich from his bag, and shook his head.

"Look...about the elevator, I'm sorry-"

Danielle felt herself tense. "I'm sorry. Okay? I just can't talk to you right now."

"But you can flirt in front of me?"

To her surprise, Danielle hadn't expected Toby to get defensive. It wasn't his strongest quality. In all honesty, she liked it. But, she kept thinking about Pam and how he acted around her.

"If you're going to fire me-"

He shook his head. "I'm not firing you. I'm just...trying to talk to you."

Danielle sipped her juice box, despite it being empty. Toby put his sandwich down and reached out to hold her hand as it sat on the table. The break room door opened and he stopped.

Jim popped his head inside. "Hey, I know you guys are having lunch but Michael's called everyone into the conference room, and we're waiting on you guys."

"Okay," Danielle nodded.

Jim smiled and closed the door. Danielle looked at Toby, who had shied away. He eyed his sandwich, and sat in silence.

"We should go," Danielle said as she picked up bag of lunch.

Nervously, Toby scratched his ear and gave a quiet, "Yeah."

They entered the conference room and only found room for them to sit together and by Creed. Michael stood up front with pictures on the wall that Danielle couldn't make out. She felt Toby staring at her from her right side and tried to ignore it.

The meeting began, but Toby's stare kept her from focusing. Michael went on about elderly and the discrimination they face in the workplace.

Clearing his throat, Michael pulled out a crumpled piece of paper his pocket and read aloud, "Did you know that the Age Discrimination Act of 1967 prohibits employment discrimination based on age with respect to employees 40 years or older?"

Everyone slowly turned their attention to Toby, who was sitting with his chin resting on his fist. "Mmm, technically, he's right."

Michael pointed his finger at Toby. "Hey, shut up, Toby."

Danielle, instinctively grimaced and said, "He just agreed with you."

Michael went on with his speech, ignoring her comment. Jim glanced at her with a shrug and she shook her head, dropping the subject. Toby made eye contact with her, and she tried not to react. The camera crew asked her to answer some questions, and she gladly cooperated.

She took a deep breath as the questions began.

"I'm having a rough time fitting in with this job. Sometimes, I feel like I'm Mr. Flenderson's Stress Toy. Michael yells at him, and then he makes my job harder by taking it out on me. And...especially when he tries to ask me out, and bats his eyes at..Pam."

She played with her fingers, as the conference room meeting. Danielle noticed Toby coming out as well, and she excused herself from the one-on-one interview. He approached her and quietly asked if they could speak outside. She looked around the room to see if anyone was staring, but they weren't. She gave a nod, and they exited the office to talk by the elevators.

Toby put his hands in his coat pockets and sighed. "Look, I just...I've been trying to make sense of the night before. You didn't even call, you just texted me that you weren't coming at the last minute."

Danielle, shamefully, stared at the floor.

"And, I just don't know what I did wrong. And it's really awkward...being together at work after that happened," he continued.

"I...I just don't think I'm ready for something like this," she replied, as she rubbed her arm.

"I just want a chance. One chance to prove that...I can be enough for you."

Her eyes lifted up. "I don't know."

"Please?" Toby pleaded, quietly.

She was glad the cameras weren't around as she tried to smile at him. "Okay."

He lifted his eyebrows, surprised. "Okay?"

"Yes."