It was 8:45 on a beautiful Monday morning in late April, and Andy Bernard was just walking into his office building. Work did not officially start until 9:00, but Andy always liked to be there five minutes early to get settled. Then why was he here fifteen minutes early? Well, he had no kids to drop off at school, no wife to have a lengthy breakfast with, and not even a dog or cat to keep him company. And, of course, he wanted to impress his new boss, Charles. Appearance is everything, Andy always said, and it was then when he first saw the appearance of a pretty young lady. Andy slowed down his step in hopes that he would catch up with her. She did, smiled, and walked right past him. Now Andy just looked stupid walking this slow. He quickened his pace and soon stood waiting for the elevator along with her.

Once Andy and the girl were in the elevator, he got a good look at her. She was young, probably in her late twenties. She smiled at him, and bore a beautiful smile with shining white teeth they seemed to make her whole light colored face glow. Her soft brown hair skimmed a few inches past her shoulders, and she was wearing a bright purple shirt and fashionable black skirt that accented her skinny body. She was very pretty and astonishing to Andy.

"What floor?" Andy asked her afterhe pressed number eight, the floor of Dunder Mifflin.

"Eight." She told him.

"Me too!" Andy said excitedly. The girl giggled. "So, you must be, like, a new client or something." Andy started. "Well, how about this. I'll just tell the receptionist you're with me, and we can get started on your paper plan. No need to choose a salesman or anything. I've got you taken care of."

"Actually, I'm the new receptionist." She laughed.

"Oh, right." Andy said, slightly crestfallen at the idea of not being able to go one-on-one with this girl, but then realized an even better silver lining: This girl will be around the office all the time. "I should've known. I mean, we can't have Kevin managing the phones forever, he's terrible at that. Kevin's one of our accountants, but now that I think about it, he's bad at that job too." Andy chuckled, and surprisingly, the girl joined in. "Andy Bernard, Cornell, class of '95." He added, and held out his hand for her to shake.

"Kelly Hannon, no title." She joked as she shook it.