It was Thursday and Michael hasn't talked about seeing Toby and I last Friday night, which was a relief. Toby has stayed in the annex most of the week, only going out to the break room and to make copies, sometimes anyway. I usually offer to do anything he needs when I get up from my desk. I actually got everyone's data Monday so that was what I had been working on most of the week and I was almost finished with it. There were a few straggler clients that we would get new but that was easy to fit them where they needed to be.

When I got into work Monday, Kelly came running up to me and kept asking about my date. She screamed when I told her where Toby took me. She kept begging me to tell her who my date was since I told her it was someone in the office. Obviously Toby was listening because when I told Kelly about our kiss and how sweet he was, he was very flushed and trying to hide his smile from Kelly.

Sunday lunch with Toby was great by the way! I took him to a small cafe where I loved to eat alone. Well, most weekends were like that but it seemed not any more. Sticking with his promise, Toby let me pay for lunch but it wasn't nearly enough to repay him for Friday nights dinner. So, we are going for breakfast before work the day it starts up again after Christmas.

Dwight came into the room, took Toby's robe and left.

Anyway, Christmas isn't my favorite holiday. Not in the slightest actually. I have no family to celebrate it with. All my friends are out celebrating with their families and most of them are married with kids too. So, I have no one except my dog. I spoil my dog the morning of and then watch movies all day. That's my life. Sadly. So, you can assume I'm not looking forward to this Christmas party in the office today.

A grunting and sad looking Michael came into the annex just then. He took a chair and sat down next to my desk. He put his head back and moaned until I actually said something.

Not looking up from what I was writing I asked. "What's wrong Michael?"

"Carol broke up with me," He mumbled. "I need someone to talk to."

"Talk to Toby. He's here for that. I'm a file clerk," I responded.

"I don't want to talk to Toby," He whispered looking over his shoulder at Toby.

Toby was looking at him, ready to talk. "Michael-"

"I'm not talking to an evil snail," He turned back to me.

I looked up at Michael trying not to laugh. Evil snail? Wow, Michael is so creative.

"Listen, Michael, it's not my job. That's what HR is for. Toby isn't going to make fun," I told him.

"Just help me," He muttered.

"I'm-"

"Help me please," He muttered again.

I sighed, threw down my pen and leaned back into my chair. "Fine!"

Toby smirked at me and went back to his work.

"Carol was so nice, and she was cute... and hot," Michael started. "She had really nice boobs too."

I nodded, clearly not interested in what he was saying but I listened. I intertwined my fingers together and put them on my lap. "Go on."

"And I really thought she was the one. Even though when I proposed to her she said no but I thought she was the one," He whined.

"Michael!" Andy came in. "Come on, Jim and I are going to take you to Benihana's."

"What's that?" Michael groaned.

"It's like Hooter's but with asian food," Andy replied being jittery. "Come on, it'll cheer you up and it'll get you away from Toby."

Toby rolled his eyes into the camera and went back to his work.

"Andy, that's not very nice," I stated.

"No no, he's right. I need to get away from the evilness of this office," Michael said getting up from the chair. "Uhh, thanks for listening, even though you didn't do anything but stay quiet."

"What did he want me to do," I said to the camera. "I mean, does he think that he tells people his problems and it just goes away?" I paused for a second, playing with my earring. "It takes more than just one 5 minute session to get over somethings. Next time he asks me instead of Toby, I'm going to charge him."

"Just go, shoo," I sighed shooing them out of the annex. I let the door slam behind them and huffed.

"Fun, right?" Toby mumbled not looking up from his work.

"Oh totally fun. I love when people negate my licensure. So, yeah fun," I muttered obviously angered.

Stupid Michael. Stupid Andy. Tuesday, Dwight told me that even though I have a license, he would never think of coming to me for counseling because I would rather bring in money from being a file clerk. I complained to Toby that day. At my last job, I didn't complain about anyone until a year had passed. Toby told me that he gets complaints at least 6 times a week. That actually made me feel better.

"You should really relax," Toby whispered as he put his hands on my shoulders.

I sighed. "I am. I just get angry during Christmas time."

The door opened slightly and Toby's hands dropped from my shoulder. The door remained slightly open for a second and then Pam and Karen came in and put up a flier. 'Margarita Karaoke Christmas Party',. Great, now I have to avoid Angela's party and this one.

"I hope you guys come to our party!" Pam cheered and then went back to the other room.

"Hmm, no," I mumbled as the door shut.

"You don't like Christmas?" Toby asked going back to his desk.

"Why would I like a holiday where I have no one but my dog to celebrate with?" I sneered digging my pencil harder into what I was writing.

"You don't have any family to celebrate with?"

"They don't talk to me," I muttered. "They haven't talked to me since I got my bachelor's in psychology. I think I'm just going to stay here until work is over." I sighed and started scanning documents into the computer. I just wanted to go home. I wanted Christmas to be over with. I wanted to go on this breakfast date. Seems childish to be this excited and this impatient. Now I was feeling sad. Christmas is supposed to be a wonderful time spending it with family. I didn't have any family. Why did I move to Scranton? I have no idea. Why did I take this job? I have no idea. Why do I stay here? I... I don't know. I don't think anyway.

Music started playing from both the conference room and the break room. Ignoring the music, well trying to anyway, I worked on my own paperwork digging my pen harder and harder into the paper. While I was writing an e, the pen tore the paper. Shit. I was almost done with the document.

"Hey,"

I looked up and saw Toby's hand extended to me. Angela singing 'Little Drummer Boy' started up.

"Do you... do you want to dance?" Toby asked in his gently voice.

I took his hand. "Yes."

He led me to the middle of the room, which the only space big enough for dancing is near the door to the break room. He put his left hand on my waist, my right hand on his shoulder and started just swaying back and forth. I didn't want the first song that we dance to to be Angela singing a Christmas song but, it was still nice. I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed. This was nice.

"Oh no," He mumbled, slowing our swaying.

"What?" I asked looking up at him.

"It's...," Toby pointed to the door not finishing his sentence.

I turned around and there was Kelly with the biggest smile on her face twisting her body left to right. Toby nervously laughed and scratched his head. I took his hand and started our swaying again.

"It doesn't matter," I whispered.

"She's going to tell everyone, you know that."

"I don't really mind but if you do then-"

"No, I don't mind," He cut me off. "But don't expect Michael to respect you."

"Does he respect anyone honestly?" I asked.

"No."

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