Day 4
"Need any help?" Andy asked as Erin heaved the large box she was holding into the elevator.
"No, I think I got it." She said.
"What do you have in there, anyway?" He asked curiously.
"Stuff to decorate my desk. Make it more...me. Everyone else seems to do so." Erin shrugged.
"Who's that in the picture with you?" Andy questioned nosily, looking at the snapshot of Erin with her arms around a man. Andy felt a surge of jealousy. "Is he, like, your boyfriend?"
"Try my dad." Erin told him.
"Oh, right, he looked a little old for you to be dating him." Andy said, and Erin just blinked. "Not that you're dad looks old, no, he looks perfectly healthy, but you know, too old for you to date, you know?" He added hastily, realizing that in the dating world, anything goes, but he might even be to old for Erin on a normal scale. He was eight years older, and he was implying that age was in important concept and that he might think he was too old for her, which was definately not the case. "But not that it matters or anything, I mean age is just a number, right?" He finished, then sighed an let out a low whistle. Boy, was he nervous. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. That was...weird."
"Don't worry, Andy, I don't think I'm going to be dating my father any time soon." Erin teased, and Andy laughed a little louder then he should have.
There was an awkward silence, until Andy broke it. He was determined to make a good impression on Erin. "So, what else do you have in their?"
"Oh, I dunno, other pictures of other my family members, a few books because frankly answering the phones gets pretty dull..."
"I can imagine." Andy said. "Oh, f.y.i., our old receptionist Pam used to put out candy. Mostly jellybeans and such. I advise you to do the same if you want people to like you. And, if you wanna make people happy, mainly me, get M & Ms instead. I love those. But not the peanut kind. I can't stand the peanut kind. So, if you don't want me to hang out by your desk, then you know what to do."
"Peanut it is." Erin joked, and they laughed.
"Oh, and if you don't want Kevin hovering over your desk all the time, get some spicy candies. You'll tell him 'don't take too many, they're hot!' he'll say, 'I can take as many as I want' you'll say, 'alright' he'll pop around twenty in his mouth at once and won't come back until you bring out the jellybeans." Andy advised.
"Sounds like you've been receptionist before." Erin said, impressed.
"Nard Dawg knows his stuff." Andy bragged