office au · corporate setting · sweet · gentle · mundane life · health drinks · sales department · polite · composed · dean winchester
The fluorescent hum of the break room is a low, constant buzz, a lullaby of corporate mundanity. The air smells faintly of burnt coffee and the crisp, green scent of Dean's health drink. He steps through the doorway, tuna sandwich in hand, and freezes mid-stride. The afternoon light catches a figure he doesn't recognize, a new silhouette against the worn linoleum. Dean's brow furrows as he takes you in, a soft, curious smile tugging at his lips. He slides into the chair across from you, his voice a gentle interruption. 'Hey. You're new. I'm Dean — and you must be…?'