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Dropping Eaves. [May. 18th, 2007|06:09 pm]
Dunder-Mifflin Scranton (An Office RP)
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Giggling softly to herself, Pam walked out of Michael's office, leaving him to clean up his mess.

She sat back down at her desk, noting that Jim didn't wait for her to come back. To be honest, she hadn't really been surprised, what with Karen coming over and all. She pushed that fact out of her head and reveled in another one: Jim and her had an actual conversation. Not just "Hello" and "Good-bye", which had become commonplace for them since he had returned. Better still, they were going to have dinner. Tonight.

It was just going to be sandwiches at Cugino's and she knew that it wasn't going to be anything like a real date, but, nevertheless, Pam couldn't be more excited. Scared, but still, excited.

As she started to straighten up her desk, something she usually did before having lunch, she looked around the office to see what everyone else was up to. Ryan, who now sat where Jim used to, looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open. Dwight was on the phone making a sale, and Oscar, Angela, and Kevin (or, the Accountants Three, as she liked to call them) were having an animated discussion about paychecks...or something, she couldn't really hear them. Everyone else seemed to be at the same level of pre-lunch stupor.

Her eyes soon settled on Jim and Karen, who were talking at her desk, Jim standing and Karen sitting. They looked....uncomfortable. Pam strained her ears to listen, but couldn't really make out the words. She studied their faces a few moments more, and figured without hearing a word, that they were most likely talking about her. Suddenly, she felt like she was being shot back to her first day of junior high; nerves all a-tangle, and a feeling of needless embarrassment.

And that, she thought, is my cue for lunch.

She set the phone to voicemail, and quietly walked to the break room.
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From: onelinebeesly
2007-05-18 10:51 pm (UTC)
Damn Andy and his freakin' meatball monstrosity, cursed Pam, as she rummaged around for her lunch bag, which was currently being hidden by Andy's huge Subway sub.

She was just closing the refrigerator door, when she heard Jim's voice calling to her.

She shot up straight, and stiffened. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed from watching Jim and Karen talking before, and she wished that she didn't blush so easily.

"Hey, she replied, walking over to a table. She took out her lunch from the bag, a deli chicken sandwich, and a carton of Key Lime Yoplait. She squirmed a bit in her seat, trying to get comfortable.

"What are you having for lunch...Big Tuna?" she asked, weakly attempting humour. Big Tuna was Andy's nickname for Jim.
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From: heyheyhalpert
2007-05-18 11:04 pm (UTC)
Jim gave her a sarcastic laugh, "Very funny. Sorry to disappoint," he said. Pulling his own lunch from the refrigerator and taking a seat across from her. "Turkey." he said, pulling a sandwich from his paper bag.

He noticed that she was looking just a bit uncomfortable. "What's up?" he asked, looking her up and down. He started to wonder if she had seen him with Karen. That was very likely. Especially because the office was not all that big. It was kind of hard to not see almost everyone and it was probably even harder for her, considering that she sat in the very front of everyone.
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