Steve. He stood 6’3” tall and had a total sexy dad bod. Thick chest and wide shoulders, strong but with some meat on his bones. He had a beard which was full and dark, like his head of hair. He was a jack of all trades at work, but his attention was focused mainly on building. Tables, chairs, desks, you name it and he could draw it up and build it, beautifully no less. He wore tight blue jeans and a tee shirt everyday, a silver measuring tape clipped to his belt, yellow leather gloves hung from his back pocket and a pencil was usually behind his ear.
He walked through the aisles of the warehouse, a clipboard tucked under his arm as he looked up, surveying the finished goods he himself had made. A cluster of voices came up behind him, along with the sound of feet scuffling the concrete floors.
“Steve,” a fellow project manager had walked up behind him and alongside him was a beautiful young woman. “This is our new temp. She will be following up on the order statuses and communicating with customers on your builds.”