#samponi

INT . OPEN-PLAN OFFICE — MID-AFTERNOON

fluorescent hum and the soft clack of keyboards, and a paper airplane sails clean over the cubicle wall and lands neatly on LONI’s desk. she glances up and sees, two rows away, SAMPO staring very hard at his monitor, mouse hand suspiciously still. she unfolds it.

INSERT—the note. in his loopy scrawl:

GO ON A DATE WITH ME? ☐ YES ☐ NO

loni’s mouth twitches. without breaking her expression, she uncaps a pen and writes over the boxes, crumples the whole thing into a tight little ball, and lobs it across the office in a clean arc that bounces off the back of sampo’s head. he whips around; she’s already typing again, face perfectly blank.

sampo smooths the paper out on his desk:

COME AND ASK ME IN PERSON LIKE A MAN.

If your cat has a tendency to run off and cause trouble, you can always just put a leash on it 🖤

I can finally answer this, now that I don't feel terrible about him anymore BKDBSKD