Angela’s punch tasted funny, but she didn’t care. He was here.

“How’s Accounting?” He asked.

She rubbed her neck as she took him in.

Dimples.

Legs.

Upper Legs.

Big. Strong.

“Roy?”

He looked at Pam, “well….seeya Angela.”

She nodded.

She was getting cookie from Dwight tonight, whether he wanted to or not.

She was hungry.