"Josie, go check on the copy machine," Roger's rough voice met her ears and her eyes narrowed, pulling herself from her conversation with Becky. She pressed her coffee to her lips and bowed dramatically. Roger set his eyes into a hard glare and smirked, soon rolling them as he awaited her smart-assed comment. She refrained from offering one up, however, and set her coffee down. He was just sour over her open invitation from the past weekend. She strode towards the copy machine, heels clicking across the floor. A large stack of papers sat on the table along with an envelope. Josie cocked an eyebrow and opened the envelope, closing it once again once her eyes had scanned over it. 

"Print shop?" She breathed, a bit confused. A clatter sounded behind her, at the printer, and her attention turned, seeing a guy bent towards the copier. His muscles were obvious through his tight t-shirt but Josie played little mind. Unless he had a guitar strapped across his back, or the vocal chords of an angel, Josie honestly didn't care. She hated to make it look that way, but it was the truth. He maneuvered around the copy machine, seemingly like he knew what he was doing. Josie said nothing, only watching. She laughed to herself at the thought of a article reading "Local Print Shop Worker Saves Journalist Building". With an eye roll she leaned over the divider wall, peering down to see exactly what he was busying himself with. She had to admit, she had no idea as to where she would start in his position. 

He huffed in what seemed to be irritation and looked up to wipe his hair out of his face. Josie blanched, realizing she had been caught when his eyes met hers. A nervous laugh left her lips as her cheeks flushed. "Sorry," she laughed, propping her chin on her hand, "I was overly interested in what you were doing and didn't want to distract you from your work." 

OOC : This one is short, sorry u.u