Jim Halpert Smile Novels & Stories

he announced, a touch of self-deprecating humor in his voice, "perhaps I overdid the 'caramelization' slightly. Any tips on smoke alarm disarmament?" Evelyn, watching from the doorway, felt a genuine smile tug at her lips, a smile she quickly hid behind her hand. A small, almost inaudible giggle escaped her. He was clumsy, endearing in his failure. It was a side of him she had rarely, if ever, seen – the confident CEO stumbling over a simple recipe. It made him human, vulnerable, and in that vulnerability, a little bit endearing. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed his lightheartedness, a quality often buried under the weight of his ambition.

I closed the door but opened it right away. “You changed your mind?” She smiled sweetly. I turned away. She doesn’t usually smile not until Preston came into her life. Her smile was the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. “And don’t disturb me. I have a lot of things to do!” I acted mad and slammed the door on her face. I went to my desk and started reading the documents. I haven’t finished the first page yet when Hilario’s smiling face flashed in front of me. Before, no one smiled at me as sweet and as genuine as she did.

I sit down and use the time to take off my shoes and try to get rid of the water I collected on the run in here. I sit for a few minutes, using napkins to dry off my legs and feet, and do the best I can to wipe out my shoes when he appears in front of me with a loaded tray and slides it down between us. He sits on the chair opposite me with a smile. That gentle Arrick smile, not a full Jake Hollywood special, but still a sexy ‘I’m hot and it’s effortless’ kind of smile. I never noticed before just how much his dimples appear when he smiles this way. How much softer his face is, compared to Jake’s harsher angles and lines and stubbly face.

he whispers. Tears and all, my lips tug into a bright smile. “I love you.” I press my forehead against his. “I love you, Professor Harlan.” And for the first time since I have known him, I see him smile a full-bodied, human smile. Not a smirk, or a smile filled with silence and sadness, and not the ghost of one. This one lights up his entire expression. His eyes wrinkle at the corners. He has dimples I never knew were there. My heart swims in my chest and I lean forward, pressing my lips firmly against his, kissing him until I go dizzy and the water freezes against my skin.

a voice suddenly called out. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Kevin Porter. He hailed from Westview and was notorious for being a greasy man who had made a fortune in recent years. At that moment, Kevin was blatantly checking me out. Julian looked even more upset than before. I knew that Kevin wasn't interested in the necklace. He was interested in me. If I accepted his money, it would also mean that I was accepting him. However, the last dregs of hesitation within me disappeared when I saw Julian and Kevin exchange glances.

She looked up from her desk and for a second surprise crossed her face, then she smiled. That smile was becoming a very specific problem because it wasn't flirtation. It wasn't calculated but genuine. It was the kind of smile people gave when they were actually happy to see someone. "Kael." The warmth in her voice made my wolf stir immediately but I chose to ignore it. "Another security update?" she asked. The teasing was impossible to miss and I closed the door behind me. "You're becoming repetitive." Her laugh filled the room. She looked healthier than she had in weeks.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

“With a name like that, you know he does hot pilates and drinks cucumber smoothies.” I cracked a smile. Just a small one. Marcelo grinned like he won a bet. “There it is. The rare Jayce Beckett grin.” “Shut up.” I said, shoving him gently. This guy was making me feel like we were friends. “You should smile more. You’re prettier when you’re not mentally stabbing the air.” He winked. “Did you just call me pretty?” I asked, faking annoyance. “I’m not blind.” He shrugged, smiling.

“So, what’s on today’s agenda, boss? Corporate world domination? Making interns cry? Scowling at sunshine?” He didn’t respond immediately, but then his shoulders moved, barely noticeable, like he was suppressing another laugh. [Timer: 1 minute 10 seconds remaining.] Okay, keep him entertained, Gloss. Keep him human. I smirked. “I read somewhere that smiling increases productivity. You might actually double profits if you learn to use those facial muscles.” He turned to me, arms crossed. “Do you always talk this much in the morning?” “Yes. It’s part of my charm.”

he smiles “May I ask you a question, Jim?” I ask, unsure of the question I was going to ask but even more unsure of his answer. “Anything” he smiles “How about we go on a double date trip”