Back at another day in the newspaper firm,
Will was chewing on his wooden pencil to generate ideas for his next article. Thinking on what Michael said yesterday led him into a black hole of thoughts. Will decide to photocopy something to pass the time and distract himself.

He needed to photocopy something badly.
His hands blindly grabbed at one of the many stacks of paper on his desk and found the photocopies he had photocopied this morning: 100 copies of an advertisement for "THE FRESHESTEST PIZZA IN TOWN!!!".

"WHY ARE THERE THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS IN A ROW?!
FRESHESTEST IS NOT EVEN A WORD!", he thought, and shuddered.
He got up and walked past the countless cubicles to the photocopier up against the wall of the room.

"I can photocopy those for you", a young woman by the photocopier said.
"Just tell me your cubicle number."

Will had never seen this blonde woman in the whole building before.
She had no make-up on, yet still appeared stunning and soft.

She looks like my age, Will thought.

"One copy of each please. Bee-dash-zero-one-three...and thanks", Will replied smoothly.

He attempted to organize the pile of identical ads in futility and then gave up,
handing the sheets of paper to her.
He walked back to his desk unhurriedly (glancing back several times),
sat on his ergonomic chair, picked up his pencil and began gently gnawing on it again.
Then, quickly putting it down, he stood up to see if anyone was observing his bad habit.
Nobody noticed.

Looking toward the photocopier again, he sat back down after seeing she was still photocopying diligently.

Will felt the urge to photocopy something else.

He wanted to photocopy something really badly.