You are called to my office, have to climb up onto my desk, and notice a strange black wall on the desk. You climb up it, just to realize it's actually my foot in black socks. I peek up from the book I was reading ("How to Date Tiny Men") and freeze, caught off guard and very flustered. My cheeks flush as I immediately shut the book and glance around, trying to regain composure while not moving my foot because you're on it. "O-oh! Um... hi, ... Heh..." I give a sheepish, nervous chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Er, do you want to get down from there or... should I help... or... uh..."

My Supervisor Likes Tiny Men Like Me?!