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Break Room Rekindling 
12th-Apr-2010 08:01 pm
- Characters: Dwight, Angela
- Setting: Afternoon, break room/kitchen
- Plot Summary: Dwight decides to reopen his heart to Angela.

Dwight was supposed to hate Angela. After all, Andy and he had both been screwed by her, both metaphorically and literally. He did dislike her for awhile, but lately, he found himself glancing at the woman and staring.

He didn't know if he forgave her or not. He was supposed to be the type of person that never forgave and never forgot, but every time he saw her glare or yell at Kevin, he couldn't help but want to rekindle what had once been there.

The months following the half-assed duel between Andy and himself, he'd avoided her. That much was true. She tried her best to get him to stop, but he hadn't. Only now did he even consider opening his heart back up to the woman he loved, and probably still did love.

Time after time, she had contacted him and tried to get him alone with her, but he ignored it. Now, he sent her a brief e-mail that was cryptic enough for no one to understand but her. It told her to meet in the break room, where he was slowly fixing a sandwich for himself. His fingers, dexterous as they were, did fumble now and again.

It had really been awhile since they'd had one of those secret break room talks, and he hated to admit it, but he was slightly nervous.
13th-Apr-2010 01:04 am (UTC)
Angela wasn't sure what to think after she read Dwight's email. After all, he hadn't spoken to her in months. Why did he want to talk to her all of a sudden?

She gathered her plastic silverware from her desk - she didn't dare keep it in easy reach of Kevin, who would use it all - and walked into the kitchen. Dwight was standing at the counter making a sandwich. Angela noticed a piece of ham on the ground. Dwight usually wasn't that careless, he didn't believe in wasting good pork. Clearly something was off.

"Hello," she said quietly as she walked past him. Dwight simply nodded in reply as she bent over to find her salad in the refrigerator. Confused, Angela sat down at the table to await Dwight's next move.
13th-Apr-2010 01:09 am (UTC)
"How have you been, monkey?" was the quiet reply, the male's eyes shifting to glance out the door's window as if they were planning a coup on the president.

It wasn't like Dwight to be careless with meat and it certainly wasn't like him to try to make small talk. He didn't really believe in small talk, after all, so the question was probably a genuine one. He cared about how she had been faring all those months, even though he pretended like she was the worst woman in the world.

"Don't look over here," he reminded her cautiously. Everyone had known about the affair, it wasn't like they had to sneak around anymore, but Dwight still didn't feel comfortable confronting her directly.

Anyway, it was more fun to do it this way; that was another thing he didn't want to admit.
13th-Apr-2010 03:16 am (UTC)
Angela picked at her salad, shuffling a tomato back and forth across the Tupperware. "Not bad," she lied. She did not lift her eyes from the tiny tomato. She knew his question was genuine, but she still did not know what to think about the whole situation. He had spent all this time ignoring her, glaring at her like all the rest. How was she supposed to suddenly be friends with him again?

They both sat there in awkward silence before Angela realized she should continue on. "And you?" she asked, finally spearing the tomato with her fork.
13th-Apr-2010 03:25 am (UTC)
"Things have been good. My sales are steady," Dwight informed her matter-of-factly, even though she knew that; she was an accountant.

"The beets have been coming in nicely this year. Would you like to see them?" Dwight did his best to sound as cordial and unaffected by the situation as ever. He talked more like he was inviting a client than Angela. He was emotionally distancing himself from the situation.
14th-Apr-2010 02:19 am (UTC)
Angela swallowed the last bite of her tomato. "That would be nice, I suppose," she said after some silence. What was Dwight getting at? Surely he wasn't wanting to get back together...and if he was, well...she wasn't so certain that she wanted to.

She needed some time to think. She had learned when she was with Andy that she wanted something more serious, and in the past, she had known that Dwight could not offer her that. But maybe he had changed?

Angela hurriedly (but not too hurriedly) packed up her lunch and stood up. "Well...I should get back to work," she said, staring off toward the annex. Toby was typing away on his computer, his forehead showing his frustration. "Unless you have something more to say?" Oops. That sounded rude. "I mean...I don't want to rush off if you were still talking."
14th-Apr-2010 02:25 am (UTC)
"No. It's better that we don't dwell anyway. People will suspect things." Dwight was secretive as ever, even though the situation didn't call for it. He definitely took himself seriously, perhaps too seriously. It was that personality trait that always left him open to pranks.

He gave one glance back at her and then finished up his sandwich. He ate far too much. The only reason he wasn't as heavy as Stanley was because he did enough work on the farm to keep himself at least relatively slim.

"Meet me at our spot after work, then." He had nothing more to say and licked his lips, leaving the room, heading back to his desk to at least pretend like he was working.
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