Andy slowly reached the elevator. Using a walker really did become a burden, especially when you didn't need it anymore. But, there were other perks.

"Need any help, Baskin Robbin?" Erin teased, smiling in site of him. And this was the greatest perk of all.

"Sure." Andy said.

Erin put her hand against the elevator, letting him pass. She put a comforting hand on his back as he walked.

"So, what did you think of the wedding? Pretty wild, right?" Andy said.

"Amazing! Like, the best wedding ever!" Erin relished. There were many reasons Jim and Pam's wedding was amazing. If the wedding dance wasn't enough, it was the location, the reception, and...Andy.

Somewhere along the line of the weekend, that signature wide smile he always flashed went from cheesy to cute, somewhere along the line, his quirky antics went from odd to adorable, somewhere along the line, he went to a friend to the man she could see herself spending the rest of her life with.

How did it happen? When did it happen? She had known Andy for months, laughed with him, talked with him, and considered him a friend. Why was she all of a sudden WAITING for him to ask her out, instead of just letting it happen if it did like before? Actually, the question was, why didn't she realize how great of a guy he was before?

Everyone waited in the back of the church, all full of excitement. Angela was debating with Oscar and Kevin on why she didn't need to dance, Kelly and Ryan were choreographing in the right corner, Phyllis was reciting her dance steps to Bob, and Erin stood in the middle of it all, not knowing what to do. She usually hung out with Kelly at times like these, but she had ditched her for Ryan, as usual. Erin felt lost, she had no one to dance with down the aisle, and would look like a total fool. That was when she noticed Andy, sitting alone in the right corner, forgotten. Erin walked over towards him, with a broad smile on her face.

"Hey," She said. "Why aren't you warming up yet?"

"No use." Andy mumbled. "I can't dance."
"Andy," Erin sighed. "You know perfectly well you're an amazing dancer. You didn't get the name 'Baskin Robbin' for nothing."

"Well, I'm not going to argue with that." Andy said pompously. "But the thing is, I physically can't."

"Oh, c'mon, Andy, what's a little split gonna do to you?" She persuaded.

"Erin, I'm on a walker!" He laughed grimly.

"Well, walker or no walker, I'd be honored if you'd escort me down that aisle." Erin smiled, and Andy returned it.

"We go after Kevin and Oscar, right?" He said with a twisted smile.

Erin smiled to herself, then stared at Andy. Yes, that was one of the great moments of the weekend, but no, that wasn't when she realized she liked him. Maybe it came later at night...

And as the music played, Erin found herself alone again. Kelly was dancing with Ryan, and although Erin had sat next to her at dinner, you wouldn't have guessed after the way Kelly had completely ignored her for Ryan. Everyone else seemed to be having a good time, Meredith was defiantly loading up on the drinks, Michael had got it going on Helene, Kevin was trying to meet girls while Oscar watched over him, Dwight was dancing with Isabel, and Jim and Pam danced, kissed, and held each other tightly. Almost everyone was on the dance floor, or at least occupying themselves, unlike Erin, who sat alone at her table. She noticed that Andy said at table seven, longingly watching the dancers.

Erin walked up to him. "And why don't I see you on the dance floor?" She asked.

"Um, Erin, is this walker INVISIBLE to you?" He joked.

"You were on a walker and completely KILLED dancing down the aisle." She reminded him.

"Aw, c'mon, I was literally just following you." He shrugged.

"Well, at least you took some of the focus off me. I'm a terrible dancer." Erin said.

"Are you kidding me? You're awesome!"

"I wish." She mumbled.

"Well then, Erin Hannon, let's put your skills to the test." Andy challenged, grabbing his walker.

"You wanna dance?" Erin said, making sure they were clear on the subject.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiled mischievously.

To be continued...