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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 11:13 pm (UTC)
"Nothing!" her answer was too pat, too quick. "Just hunger pangs. Speaking of hunger, were you okay with Cugino's for dinner?"

Pam tried to relax as Jim looked her up and down, his eyes rolling over her. Her sandwich, suddenly, tasted very dry, and she turned her attention back to her chewing.
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From: heyheyhalpert
2007-05-18 11:17 pm (UTC)
Jim nodded. "Yeah, of course." He didn't really care where they went.

Then it occured to him. What if she really didn't want to go? What if she was just saying yes because he had somehow managed to put her on the spot?

"You don't have to go," he paused, "-if you don't want."
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