I was talking to Jim as Dwight came into the office. He put his suitcase on his desk and tried to pull his chair out. He had much trouble with that. It seemed as though it was stuck. Dwight tried several times to pull his chair out but alas, he couldn't. He squeezed through and sat down in the chair. Jim and I watched as Dwight tried to move his suitcase from his desk.

"What's the matter Dwight? Jim asked.

"It seems as though my work area has been tampered with," Dwight muttered as he now tried to move his mouse. He slammed his fists on his desk. "Why is nothing moving?"

"Gorilla glue," I smiled holding up a bottle of it to the camera. "I came in really early today and glued everything at Dwight's desk so he couldn't move it." I started laughing. "It took a lot of glue. I had to buy 2 big packs. I even glued down his pens and pencils into his cup," I continued to laugh. "Jim was the first in the office and caught me just as I was hurrying up to finish. Jim actually helped me finish," My laughing died down looking at the glue. "Oh my god. He's going to tell Toby," I bit my lip. "Toby's never going to approve of this.

Oh, an email from Daryl. It looks like he sent it to everyone and the original is from Michael. I opened the email to see a naked Jan laying on a beach chair. Oh my god. I can't believe Michael would send this picture to Daryl. I can't believe Daryl would email this to everyone in the office.

"Did you get-"

"Yeah, I did," Toby sighed getting up from his desk. "I have to talk to Michael about this."

I looked in the camera, shook my head and mouthed 'going to ignore Toby'. I stared at my watch for 2 minutes and counted down 3, 2, 1...

"He ignored me and said to go back to the annex," Toby sighed coming in.

"Did you really expect him to listen?" I asked looking at the camera with a face that said 'I told you so'.

"I guess not," Toby mumbled deleting the email. "But, it's my job so I have to keep trying. This is a very serious thing."

I nodded taking a m&m from the jar that Kevin had given me and popping it in my mouth. I kept asking for some whenever I went over to accounting to get something. It seems as though I love m&m's as much as he does. So, he gave me a little jar with a bow tied around it filled to the top with m&m's.

"You know," Toby said coming over to my desk. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaging. He put his face next to my ear. "As my girlfriend you're supposed to support me."

I tilted my head towards his. "Usually I would but you're not going to win over Michael."

"True," He sighed and went back over to his desk.

Angela came through the door, looked around and cleared her throat. Kelly popped her head over the wall.

"Michael has requested that we have a luau. So, at 2 we are having a luau in the warehouse," She announced and then walked right back through the door, letting it slam behind her.

"Oh my god a luau!" Kelly squealed as she threw open the door to the break room.

"Hey," Toby gestured to me. "I usually don't condone going out for lunch but I don't really want to go to a fake luau."

I grinned and nodded. Out of all the people that I've talked to about Toby in the office, they told me he would never suggest it so, don't waste my time. I couldn't wait for lunch. I felt childish yet again but, I didn't care. I like Toby, a lot. He makes me want to go to work in the morning. He makes me want to deal with Michael calling me Amber Lynn every day. I looked her up. She's a porn star. Figures. But, Toby makes me want to face that.

Time went by slowly. Too slowly actually. One by one the piles of paperwork kept on coming and by 1:45 my desk, under the desk, and all around the perimeter were piles and piles of papers. Shit. Looks like I'm not going out to lunch. I was looking forward to it. Well, we can't have everything now can we.

Toby grabbed his keys and walked out of the annex. He probably saw the work load and figured that I didn't want to go. Well, I want to go but I couldn't. I need this job. I sighed and got to work organizing, scanning, and physically filing all these papers. I could hear Kelly talking to a client on the other side of the room. I got up from my desk and went over to the wall to look at Toby's pictures. He had a few pictures of his daughter, a picture of a car, some brochures, and some pictures of scenery. I rolled his chair out from under his desk and sat in it. Wow! This chair is so much more comfortable than mine. I gave it a few bounces and stopped. Comfy. I turned to face my desk. So, this is what it's like to be Toby. Well, see everything from his desk. Although, Kelly's voice is so shrill and loud that I don't know how he does it. I rolled Toby's chair over to my desk and rolled my chair over to Toby's desk. Maybe he won't even notice. I mean, the only thing that's different about them is my chair is older, probably older then me. Just as I sat down in my 'new' chair, Toby came into the room.

"So, I know you have a lot of paper work to do but, I got us some lunch," He said holding a bag from the cafe down the street from work.

"Oh! Thanks," I replied looking around at my desk. I put a few piles down on the floor and pointed at Toby's 'new' chair to be pulled up.

Setting down the bag on my desk he pulled up his chair. I tried hiding my smile but he saw it and hesitated.

"What? Is Michael here?" He sighed looking around.

"No, no, just sit," I took the boxes out of the bag looking into each of them to see which one was mine.

"Are you sure?" He asked being very hesitant.

"Why would Michael come into the annex if he knows that you work here?" I asked back.

He shrugged and finally sat down. He stared at me and tried to get comfortable. I took a bite out of my bagel to keep myself from smiling. I really wanted to keep the chair.

"This isn't my chair," He mumbled. "Did Kelly take it?"

I felt bad. I didn't want Kelly take the hit just so that I could have a decent chair. I mean, it's a really nice chair. I wonder if Michael has such a comfy chair. Maybe that's one of the reasons why Michael didn't like Toby also. I don't know but if I were Michael and HR had a better chair then me, I wouldn't like them either.

I got up and moved Toby's chair around my desk. "Here you go."

"Wow," Toby grinned. "How old are you?"

I shrugged. "Your chair is just so much more comfortable."

"I mean," He exhaled. "If you want it, you can have it."

"No, I'm sorry. You can have your chair back," I smiled.

He got up and sat in his chair. "Thanks," He turned and smiled.

I stuck my tongue out as I rolled my chair around and sat down. Man, crappy chair, you are back. I took another bite of my bagel. I heard music coming from the conference room. It's not even Hawaiian music. I looked over at the clock. It was only 3:30. I huffed and took another bite. You know, there's usually a lot more to do. I mean, I could do my work but there's usually a Ryan who's in and out, a rare Michael comes to make fun of me dating Toby, and an angry Angela or Dwight usually comes in. But not today.

"You know," Toby started. "Dwight told me about what you and Jim did this morning."

"Uhm," I laughed nervously.

"I told him I would talk to you," He sighed folding his hands into his lap.

"Are you going to counsel me Mr. Flenderson?" I exclaimed.

He nodded slightly and looked at me with that innocent Toby look that I love.

"Listen," I started. "I am sorry. I know I shouldn't have done it. I know I shouldn't have gotten on the prank Dwight train. I did it once. I am sorry."

"I thought it was quite funny but," Toby said. "I have a bunch of complaints from Dwight about Jim playing pranks on him. I really don't want a bunch of complaints from Dwight about you."

"Okay, fair enough," I giggled trying to be serious.

"How early did you get up to do all that?" He asked.

"About 4 in the morning," I shrugged. "I don't sleep very well anyway. Fortunately, the CVS is open at 4:30 in the morning and I was able to get 2 big packs of it."

Toby sighed and grinned at me. "Just, don't do it again. I have to already deal with Dwight more then I should."

"I won't do it again," I smiled and winked at the camera. I didn't promise.

"You want to get out of here?" Toby murmured to me.

I looked at the clock. "It's 4:45 HR guy."

He smirked. "Everyone is busy with the party anyway."

I put the rest of the piles that were around my desk under it and gathered my things. Toby finished some paperwork, and put it on my desk for tomorrow.

Wasn't the best but still okay I think!