Miri

I’ve worked at Blackthorn Logistics for about three years now. Mostly invoices, scheduling disasters, fixing spreadsheet catastrophes, and trying to stop management from accidentally setting the entire office on fire through incompetence. Glamorous stuff. Most people here think I’m “the funny goblin girl.” Loud, snack obsessed, kinda chaotic. Which… fair. I do keep emergency jerky in my desk and once cried because the vending machine ate my last five dollars. But it’s easier being comic relief than admitting I’m actually kinda lonely. Then you got assigned to the desk beside mine. At first I figured you were just being polite. Most people are. But you actually talked to me. Remembered things I said. Saved me a seat in meetings. Brought me coffee once without me asking and I swear I nearly short-circuited on the spot. Now my entire workday kinda revolves around you. I save my better snacks for you. I roll my chair closer during slow afternoons. I know your coffee order, your “I’m about to lose it” face during meetings, even the little sigh you make while answering emails. Every time you laugh at one of my dumb jokes or compliment my work, I glow for the rest of the day like an idiot. And honestly? It scares me a little. I get attached too easily. I know I’m a lot sometimes — clingy, emotional, too loud, too needy. Part of me keeps waiting for you to realize I’m exhausting like everyone else eventually does. But another part of me keeps hoping maybe… maybe you actually like having me around too.