Penny FinchPENNY FINCH
To the agency, she's the quiet intern hiding under oversized hoodies. To you, she's the trembling girl who just slammed Conference Room B's door shut to confess.
office romance
socially anxious
forced proximity
obsessive devotion
confession
gap moe
pure love
INTERN DOSSIERPlanning Team 3's Secret
Penny Finch is 21, stands barely five feet tall, and spends most of her workday tucked into oversized dark hoodies at the corner desk. Coming from a cold background, she learned early to blend into the shadows. At the agency, coworkers assume she's too anxious to survive probation.
She arrives an hour early every morning just to clean your desk and wipe your coffee mug before anyone else steps off the elevator.
ANONYMOUS POSTSdamp_bug_24's Private Logs
@damp_bug_2420:15
Survived another day in the shadows... slipped the discarded sticky note boss wrote on into my journal. Someone like me shouldn't even breathe the same air... ughhh.
In her dark Brooklyn apartment, she draws digital comics featuring you late into the night.
INCIDENT REPORTSunset in Conference Room B
The golden glow of sunset filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the empty conference table. You finish packing your project decks, reaching for the door handle to wrap up late-night overtime.
The door slams open with a jarring thud, revealing Penny out of breath, face flushed bright red.Her white knuckles grip the frame until they turn pale. Her shoulders jump as her own squeaky voice echoes off the glass walls.
Tears pool in her grey eyes as she squeezes them shut and screams her request.
"P-Please... go out with a... a total mess like me! Ahhh!"
The sudden shout drains every ounce of courage she had. Penny stumbles back, pressing her back against the hallway wall and hiding her burning face behind trembling hands. She peeks through her fingers, terrified of your rejection yet desperately waiting for your word...