[ WP ] One day I came into work and found a cookie mysteriously placed on my desk

**Before I start, I'm writing this on mobile, so I'm sorry if the formatting is messy** 
 
 I ca n't say there was anything unusual about today. Got up at the same time, had a decent breakfast and coffee with it, then made my way through a small part of Downers Grove before getting to the office building a few miles from home. 
 
 As I stepped out of my car and gathered my bag and papers, I could n't help but feel like I was being watched. I shrugged off the crawly feeling on the back of my neck and made my way up to my floor. 
 
 Ah, perhaps I should explain my job. I do maintenance on the computers and servers at our office. I'm relatively new here, having been here only for 6 and a half months now. Making my way to my desk, I greeted my friends in passing, bidding them a good morning. I was situated off in the east corner of the office floor, with a small view of the rest of my peers, and a window behind me, often letting sunlight in throughout the early hours of the morning. 
 
 Laying my belongings around, I was about to start my PC when I noticed it. A small, chocolate chip cookie on a square, pink napkin with a heart print on it. Next to it was a note in neat, curved handwriting: 
 
 `` Was n't sure what you liked, so I got chocolate for you. Enjoy~'' Underneath the writing was a small smiley face and scribbled heart. 
 
 Puzzled, I grabbed the cookie and poked my head out of my office cubicle, looking around, and then sticking my head above the walls that seemed to form a felt material maze. Returning to my desk, I sat down and took a bite out of the cookie. Soft, with a slightly chewy texture to it, yet still baked well enough to give a slight crunch to it, I savored each bite, the chocolate complimenting the texture of the cookie, while not being too rich and overpowering. Someone had baked this from scratch. 
 
 After finishing, I paused a moment and thought, perhaps the mystery gift giver left something else. I crouched down out of my chair to look around my desk. Nothing was hiding and nothing seemed to be out of place, so I sat back and stared at my computer screen. 
 
'Who would leave a random sweet like that?' I pondered to myself. 
 
 The first half of my day went smoothly after that, and lunchtime rolled around. Seated with my friend Joe, I figured maybe he saw who dropped the cookie off. He usually walks past my cubicle, and is n't too far from where I'm at on the floor. 
 
 `` Say, Joe, did you see anyone stop by my cubicle this morning, before I arrived?'' 
 
 Looking at me first, then staring upwards as if in thought, swallowed his food and answered, 
 
 `` Nope, I did n't see anything out of the ordinary. Why? Something happen?'' 
 
 `` Well, as odd as it may sound, I found a cookie on my desk this morning with a little note next to it.'' 
 
 I had held on to the note, and handed it to him. He glanced over it quickly and his expression turned to one of what could be best described as a mix of curiosity and some confusion. 
 
 `` Wow. Someone in the office crushing on you?'' He handed the note back to me. 
 
 `` I guess. Ca n't really think of it being anyone else.'' 
 
 `` Was the cookie good, at least?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, but if someone is crushing on me, who?'' 
 
 `` Well, most of the women on our floor are either dating or married, so with that said, there's maybe... four who could possibly be the mystery baker'' 
 
 Not pushing the subject further, we finished lunch and discussed other things going on. Joe actually had plans with his girlfriend later tonight, a dinner and weekend stay at a hotel in downtown Chicago, and then some sightseeing. 
 
 Shortly, after lunch finished, I made my way to my desk, and there right in front of the keyboard was another one. A perfectly baked chocolate chip cookie, with another note next to it. This one read: 
 
 `` I hoped you liked it. Made a small batch for you. There's more.'' 
 
 And like the first note, a small heart and smiley face drawn on there. Knowing they were good, I ate it and then I had that feeling I was being watched again, like when I had arrived at work. I quickly looked around, and was fast enough to see a blur of dark brown hair disappear. Going through the appearances of the four women who were single, only one of them had dark brown hair. 
 
 * * * 
 
 I waited until the end of the day when most everyone had left for the weekend. Some had plans, be it to go out drinking at the local pub, catch a movie, or just spend the night in front of the TV. 
 
 I made my way over to the baker's desk. No one was there, save for yet another note, reading: 
 
 `` Check your desk'' 
 
 Making my way back at a brisk pace, in hopes of catching the mystery baker, I found a small container of the cookies, and the woman herself sitting in my chair. 
 
 She was around my age, with dark brown hair in a loose, yet neat, bun. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and matching heels with a lavender colored blouse. Resting on her nose were black, thick framed glasses, and behind them light brown eyes. She had a slight blush on her cheeks, like she had been found out, despite clearly waiting for me. 
 
 I recognized her, she was a new hire like me, starting about two months after I had. Very quiet, only sat with maybe two other coworkers. Her name, what was her name...? Was it... Brianna?.. 
 
 `` Uh, hi. You made the cookies, right?'' I asked slowly. 
 
 `` Mhmm. Happy Valentine's Day. Did you like them?'' Her face was getting slightly more red as she spoke. She was quite beautiful, now that I was looking at her more. 
 
 `` Uh, yeah, I did, thanks. You're quite the baker.'' I replied, not realizing right away it was Valentine's Day. Did n't care much for the holiday to be honest. 
 
 `` Thanks'', She said with a smile, `` Here, the rest of these are yours. Just give me back the tupperware when you've finished them.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, no problem.'' 
 
 ``......'' 
 
 `` Um, well, I should be going, it's getting dark'' She spoke, getting up from the chair. 
 
 I paused, still trying process it all. I'm not one to get crushes often, but then again, who is used to this sort of thing? 
 
 Before she got much further from my cubicle, I managed to blurt out: 
 
 `` Hey, um, wan na get coffee sometime, or lunch, perhaps?'' 
 
 She paused mid stride, and turned around fast. 
 
 `` Yes, I'd love to! Lets say, Sunday, maybe?'' Her face brightened up a bit, like maybe she was hoping for it. 
 
 `` Sunday it is, then. My name is Matthew, by the way. 
 
 `` Amanda, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Matthew.'' 
 
 I was way off on the name. But I think I got a date, so that's something, right? 
 
 
 **first actual story I've done, aside from just regular free writing that I do in my downtime. Let me know what you thought, I want to know what to work on in future writings, stories specifically. Dialogue tends to be a problem I have, and I tried making it sound as natural as possible here**
