@thereluctantnarrator || continued from here
Our fellow blinks in surprise.
“Oh. Um. Hullo.” He hadn’t been expecting this, “Erm, I’m just looking around, to be honest. I’ve been abroad for a while and I wanted to check the neighbourhood.”
He glances up and down, taking in the sight opposite.
“…You’re a Narrator, I expect?”
"Oh, I see...well, welcome back!" Jonathan goes to wave the pan of muffins away, reconsiders and offers him some. The smell of cocoa and vanilla wafts up from them, no doubt he had some time perfecting them. Even though Jonathan himself never eats any. Blame his alien tastebuds, but he still prefers his desserts bitter and lacking sugar.
"Yes, actually!" He glances down at his apron. "Well, was. I don't do any narrating anymore, unless it's reading a book for Stanley and his friends. But if you ask me, being a Narrator is quite overrated. The Office can be so much more than a prison if you put some skill into it!"
He gestures the other to follow him into the Lounge, where the tea pot and the coffee machine were already making themselves busy.
"What about you? Do you still have a Stanley? Oh- my apologies. My name's Jonathan Von Sales.
