To Bottom,
I noticed you yesterday, standing in the line at Starbucks. I didn't quite catch your name but I've seen you around the office as well. This may sound strange, but I've seemed to develop quite the crush on you. I imagine us in various positions rolling uncontrollably in my bed on cold late nights. You may find me odd, but I can not hold back these feelings I have developed for you. I wage a little game for you. If you can figure out who I am, I am sure it will be worth your wild. All I need from you is a confirmation to my game. But, there are rules you must follow.
1) You cannot ask for help. You must figure out who I am on your own.
2) You can not just guess. Thats not the way of the game.
and 3) By the end of our game, you must agree to go on a date with me.
Those are my only rules, Bottom. Do you agree to them? Leave a letter in Conference room 3 and label it "TOP". This offer has a time limit. You have until Friday morning to decide what to do. The clock is ticking.
-Your secret adrmirer,
Top
Of course something crazy always has to happen to me. And on this day none-the-less. However, the letter was very intriguing. I wonder who it could possibly be. I'm willing to take that chance. So I went back to my office and began my reply.
Dear Top,
I accept your offer.
-Your's truly,
Bottom