Jim Halpert Smile Novels & Stories

“I used to know. But now… everything feels like someone else’s dream.” Smith’s expression softened. “Then maybe it’s time to dream something new.” I couldn’t help it—I laughed. A real, startled laugh that drew a glance from the couple at the next table. I covered my mouth, embarrassed, but Smith was grinning at me now, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “What?” he asked, amused. “You sound like one of those motivational posters,” I teased. “I do, don’t I?” He leaned back, pretending to look offended. “I swear I’m not usually this cheesy.”

After sending her parents back to the hotel, they returned to their apartment. Hazel peeled two apples and handed one to Zac. "So, you seem to be very observant towards the way I laugh or smile today. Do I really smile that way?" she joked. Zac shrugged and ate the apple, not bothering to answer her. However, she wasn't going to let him go that easily. "C'mon! Look what kind of smile I'm showing to you now." Her dimples poked out at the sides of her cheeks as her dark eyes widened with expectation. They looked like large gemstones.

“I want to lecture you, but I have to admit that it is good to see you laugh again. I haven’t seen you laugh for a long time. You should try doing it more often. Both of you look beautiful when you smile.” I shake my head. “I don’t know about that. It will ruin my reputation of being a cold and fierce CEO. Plus, who has a smiling security team. I think that would freak people out more than anything. I’ll keep my smiles restricted for outside the office with friends and family.” A playful smirk spreads across Page’s face as she teases, “And for your special someone.”

Another female employee curled her lips and said, “Stop being pretentious! The happier you are now, the more painful your face will be when it blows up later!” Harvey made a cup of coffee and took a few sips of it. He then said indifferently, “We’ll find out after half an hour. “Harvey, why have you become like this?” “Do you really have the time to continue acting like this?” “Do you think you’re funny?”

“What, am I not allowed to be happy?” “You are,” he replied, narrowing his eyes like a sitcom dad, “right after you explain why you’re happy. Until then—it’s suspicious.” “It’s not for you to know,” she said flatly, but Harold caught that telltale smirk sneaking onto her face. Ah, that smile—he knew exactly what that meant. “How many rounds did you make last night?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows like a sitcom uncle. Her smile froze mid-air, and just like that—boom—her face turned the color of a ripe tomato.

I almost ignored how he checked me out and complimented my attire. He arched his brow and smiled once more. “I do smiling.” I shook my head, looking at him in disbelief. “But... But you’re not actually like that.” Oh my god! Kindly tell me that this is not a nightmare, right? My boss is smiling! He is capable to smile genuinely! As far as I know and hear, Mr. Huntington has no capability to smile. He always looked so grumpy and all. Mr. Huntington gave me an amusing look. “Says who?” he said, cocking his eyebrow.

He thought being a little upset but immediately had a smile on his face with the thought of meeting her again in his life. "You know what man I know you're undoubtedly very handsome but it's kind of creepy when you smile so often without any specific reason," Jack said being a little scared or pretending to be scared. "Yeah, right" he replied and threw a file on his face in a way to end the topic. "But seriously, what is wrong with you? Did your dog find his bride or something? I mean I've been noticing you since the time you arrived. You've been smiling more than a normal person should be on working hours," he said raising his one eyebrow.

He closed the fridge slowly, like time wasn’t real for him, and looked right at me. “Hi,” he said. Just that. Just hi. But the way he said it....soft, amused, like he already knew I was malfunctioning, made my brain short-circuit. “Hi,” I breathed. He smiled. SMILED. LIKE ACTUALLY SMILED.... And it wasn’t fair because his smile was beautiful. White teeth. Sharp jaw. A tiny dimple that appeared and vanished like it had no right being there. God. My type. My exact type.

“Nah, you look like a princess I have only read in books, it just the tiara that is missing. We could stop at a nearby store to get it, don’t you think?” He flattered.I smiled.“You are so smooth, Billy.” “I am just trying to make you smile. You look better when you smile and you should smile often.” He said. I glanced at the rear mirror to see Jake was watching me. I immediately looked away,“I am always smiling. It’s just that, smiling hasn’t been something I do willingly these days.” I said, looking up at the mirror. Jake looked away, staring outside through the window. “You just have to smile even when there is nothing to smile about.

Then, "And hey. I’m sorry you had to walk in like that. " "Wouldn’t be the first. " "I’ll still keep apologizing every time." He smiles again and I can feel my heart melting. I am not exaggerating when I say James has the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. It’s the way it seems just so genuine and his lips curve into a heart shape and don’t get me started on that cute little dimple that appears on the side of his chin. It’s just so… beautiful. "You’re lucky I hate you a little less than others." I joke and he chuckles as he slides his arm over my shoulder to bring me to his side.