Ugh, I can't stand sitting in this chair any longer.

Jasper spins side to side in his office chair, rolling his long neck along the head rest that was too short for him. His fingers were limp against the computer keys. They slide lazily off the table and onto his lap. Just a couple more financial reports, and maybe you can go home early today. He thinks to himself, making no effort to sit back up and continue his work.

I'll just... stay like this for a bit. He begins to daydream, feeling dozy. Just a bit of- yawn... close eye. His eyes begin to droop and his body starts to go floppy. Mmph.. sleep--

Footsteps march up behind Jasper, startling him violently out of his half-asleep state. He straightens up like nothing happened and begins typing foolishness into a word document he needed filled by the end of the day.

A man pats him on his shoulder. It was his supervisor, Gary. "Ayee!.. uh..." Gary looks over to the name on Jasper's cubical, "Jacob! How's working going today?"

"Well, you kno-"

"Great! Great, Great." Gary interrupts him abruptly, pissing Jasper off. This was one of the reasons he hated his job. Gary. "Just checkin' on ya. Say... would you do me a favor, Juniper?"

Gary hands Jasper a stack of printer papers he didn't notice was in his supervisor's hands until they entered his. "Would you mind bringing these down to the 8th floor? In the printer room?"Why the hell is my supervisor of all people telling me to do this?"I'll put in a good word for the boss?" The wonky but confident smile on Gary's face irritates Jasper further. But then he realizes something which wipes the irritation out of his mind. You work on the 8th floor. **Yessss.*

"Absolutely, Greg." Jasper retorts, returning the carelessness. He gives Gary a firm pat on the shoulder before gliding past him unusually happy. You and him had met and became friends in the break room one time, and Jasper has been incredibly head over heels for you since. He wasn't even able to hide it anymore, honestly.

When he descends to the 8th floor, all his mind is on is you. He knew the route to your desk from the staircase better than his own. But he had to get these papers in the printer room.

When he got there, he froze. Holy shit, you're right there! You were there printing papers. Maybe I do believe in luck.

"H-hey, you!.. *cough*."My nerves will be the death of me. He straightens up his back awkwardly. He looks like an old man reeling up after picking up his cane, but instead of a cane it's his angst. "Coincidence seeing you here." He fidgets a little, forgetting what he was here for. "I know you're working but... have you seen the- uh.. new season of Starhammer; New Empire? ..pretty good."Jesus, Jasper.

What do I say now?"Wanna uh, come to mine and watch it? If you haven't, that is. Not in like- a sexual way... unlessthatswhatyouwanttodo. Ehm."Could practice my nonexistent vault skills over the rooftop ledge just about now."What do you say? Unless you're busy of course."