Michael Scott showed her towards the kitchen, as she felt half the office staring at her. She wondered if her sweater was the thing drawing the stares. It was dandelion yellow, and it was a tad large for her. They walked through the kitchen as Michael seemed to be taking his time to take her to where she needed to go.

"This is our kitchen," he said with a sigh.

Danielle looked at the dirty counter and tried not to wince at the smell of bitter coffee that filled the air. She followed Michael to the opposite door and walked through. There, they reached the HR department. It was a lonely desk with several papers stacked on it. It looked messy, but balanced out some charm with several picture frames. Most of them consisted of a little, blonde girl. She had rosy cheeks and had a wide smile.

"Well, he's not here right now, so I will leave you, milady. He should be here in a minute."

Michael seemed in a hurry to leave as he quickly walked through the kitchen and left her alone. Danielle sighed through her nose as she looked around. She heard arguing start up in the cubicle by the HR desk. Curiously, she walked over to find a young couple arguing. The woman was Middle-Eastern, she figured, and the young man was white with dark, ebony hair.

His eye were light blue, and he had pale skin. "You looking for something?"

Danielle blinked when he spoke up. "Sorry, I was just wondering where the gentleman from HR was. I'm supposed to meet him."

The woman' eyebrows raised. "Toby?"

Danielle smiled and nodded. "Yeah, him. I was told he was going to interview me."

The couple looked behind Danielle and she turned, grimacing. A tall man with a mug in his hand was standing there. He had dark blonde hair and a dull face. He wore a suit and stared at her, silently.

"Toby, this lady is here to see you," the woman behind her blurted out.

Danielle cleared her throat as she tried to stand up straight. "Hi, I'm hereto be interviewed. I'm not sure if you're the one I'm supposed to see."

The man kept staring until he nodded. "Yeah, have a seat right there. You can, uh, use my chair. Let me.."

He looked around for something to sit on as Danielle sat down. "You are Toby, right?"

A bit of the coffee in his mug spilled out as he moved around looking for a seat. It spilled on Danielle's jeans and she gave a sharp gasp and cry. Toby's face wrinkled in guilt as he apologized. He handed her a tissue box, as he decided it was best to stand. Danielle quietly wiped her jeans as best as she could as Toby gathered his words together.

"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't realize I had..poured so much in my..mug."

Toby seemed to speak very slowly. Danielle shook her head. She felt it was best not to get angry about it. She was being interviewed after all. Smiling, she ignored her burning thighs. "It's okay."

Toby replied, "Thanks. Look, we really need interns here and I think you would be great. You have an impressive resume, and we haven't had any other..applicants that were interested..so I-I think you'd be good. What do you..think?"

Danielle stared up at him. She had stressed over this interview and this was all that was required of her? To tell him what she thinks? Danielle shrugged a bit as she still tried to maintain control of herself. "I think an office is a good place to start out. I would be interning for Michael Scott, right?"

He paused. "Y-Yeah, eventually. I mean, I have to make sure you're confident and ready enough for it.'

She nodded. "Right, I understand."

He held out his hand to her. He had a gold ring on his ring finger. Danielle shook his head and smiled, gratefully. "Thanks so much. So, do I start tomorrow?"

Toby shook his head. "Today. I want you to..help me organize these papers on my desk."

He felt a sense of joy out of telling her what to do. Not something he could do often in the office. Danielle gave a nod as she got to work. He watched her and stared at her blonde braid. Her hand was soft and she seemed very kind. "Well, welcome to the office."