He watched her face as she looked them over. She seemed surprised, but…happy. She finally looked up at him and shrugged.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “I do. A few, actually. Spanning almost four years.”

He felt his eyes widen, unable to stop them.

“Four…you mean…all this time?”

She nodded. “Yeah. All this time.”

He smiled, stepping towards her, pulling the sketches from her slightly shaky hands, and tucking them back into his bag. “Well, I don’t know about you, Beesly…but I’m tired of waiting.”

He held his breath, leaning closer, closer…

And cursed aloud when Dwight tumbled through the kitchen window.