Jim Halpert Smile Novels & Stories

He finishes reading something on the screen, takes a slow sip of tea with the calm of a man who has all the time in the world, and only then turns his face toward me. The smile he gives me is absolutely cruel. It’s not the almost-friendly smile he used during dinner. It’s not polite or reassuring. It’s pure predatory satisfaction—cold and sharp as broken glass. It’s the smile of someone who just won a bet he knew he would win. “Eight minutes and forty-three seconds since you left your room,” he says, glancing at the watch on his wrist with academic interest. “Impressive. Silent, efficient, well-trained. Harvey Prescott did an exceptional job.”

No one would believe bullshit excuses if they didn’t straighten their act and stop showing off how scared they were. A wide smile spread across my lips as I shoved my hands into the pockets of my pants and leaned closer to the woman to snarl, “you know something. I smell fear.” “Now, that’s the smile I love, my friend! Yes! I’m so close, nearly there! The spines season!” Xabat hollered from the back of my head and the smile on my lips instantly grew so wide it almost split my face.

he said with a smile all over his face. "Yes sir. He forgot something," Jim expressed. Palma laughed out so loud that he couldn't control himself, "go and pick whatever it is he forgot, it's in his nature," he said using his hand to demonstrate. Jim laughed inaudibly and rushed inside. He picked his boss bag pack and rushed out. "Ok sir," he voiced almost silently. "Have a nice day," Palma expressed with a smile all over his face while he watch him leave. The door hinges creaks open and was almost immediately banged.

Happy? Mr. Jones: Yeah, much better. "Ha, I see you agree now. Much better when you are calling me by my name. I still stare at my phone and didn't realize I have a silly smile on my face. Usually, when I'm at my work I don't know the meaning of a smile at all. I'm always on my business face to the point that sometimes my employees are scared to see or approached me.

I hear myself say. The observation slips out before I can filter it. Old habits. Old training. Look closer. Analyze. File away. He blinks. “I’m sorry?” “You don’t smile,” I repeat. “Not really. You do a thing with your mouth that suggests you’re aware a smile is expected.” “That’s… specific,” he says, a little thrown. “Specificity is my area,” I say. “This job breeds it.” “Maybe I’m just tired,” he says.

And it was, only that this time around he wasn't himself--he was smiling. Don Vien Smith was commonly known as" The Pepper Snitch" by everyone who had lived in Big York city long enough to know him. He was short, short-tempered just like his height, unshapely and asymmetrical. He was skinny in his upper body but fat from his thighs downwards. Only his hair and beards were attractive--shiny and glossy even if unshaven, an ah yes! His shiny white teeth too. He was always bitter even in the lightest of the moments, rarely smiled except if Lisa made him. He maintained a serious tone in his conversations which were brief and to the point. "You look happy today, what's not wrong?" Lisa asked as sh

he teased with a little smile tugging at his full lips. At that smile, Gloria froze. Not only was her over-serious boss smiling he was making a joke. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird in her chest as she stared at him in awe, speechless. Skyler's smile disappeared at the trance look in his secretary. Did he say something wrong? " Mmmhm, " he cleared his throat trying to snap the woman out of her dazed state. " You made a joke, " Gloria whispered in disbelief. " What! " Skyler frowned his secretary wasn't making much sense.