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||[May. 19th, 2007|06:44 pm]
Dunder-Mifflin Scranton (An Office RP)
Jim stood nervously outside Pam's door. Even though he had told her that he was coming, he still did not want to have come at the right time. Tonight was definitely going to be important. The day had already been very eventful and they hadn't even done all that much around the office.
Still, he was debating whether or not to knock. He could just turn around and run away. And when he saw her again at work, he would just make up some story about how he had not been feeling well and that he hadn't gotten a chance to call her before he passed out.
But that might hurt her feelings. She might suspect that he'd left on purpose or that he wasn't at all interested in being friends with her again. That was certainly not the case. He just didn't want to mess everything up this time. He wanted it to work. He wanted for them to be friends again.
He also wanted to fix whatever mess he'd made between him and Karen, but that was another battle.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door. There was no going back now.
It's him!! Pam's mind screamed as she ran through her bedroom, searching for her black converse sneakers.
"Coming!" she screamed toward the door. She looked under the bed, and spied them beside a rolled up piece of canvas. Snatching them up, she hopped towared the front door, pulling them on (thank goodness they were the no-lace kind). Just before she opened the door, she did a quick assessment of herself in the mirror by it. She was dressed in dark blue jeans and a burgundy v-neck sweater, that accentuated her curves. Make-up wise, she settled on a swipe of pinkish-red lip-gloss, and a touch of mascara. And as for her hair, she had taken the time to deep condition it in the quick shower she had when she got home from grocery shopping. She'd blown it out, and barrel curled it, then brushed the curls into soft waves. Pam knew it was a casual dinner date, but hell, it didn't mean she had to look like she just came from work.
She peeped through the doorhole, and saw him waiting patiently on the other side. She took a deep breath, and opened it.
"Jim," she said smiling, "you're here."
"Yeah," Jim mumbled, looking down at his feet and grinning at the floor. "You look nice."
He smiled again. She looked nice. Not overly fancy or anything like that. She just didn't look like she normally did, not that what she normally wore was unattractive. It was just more plain.
"Ready?" he asked, finally looking up at her.
"I just need to get my purse and coat," she replied. Jim....was blushing. She grinned inwardly, relishing the thought of making Jim Halpert blush. She turned back into the apartment and grabbed her coat and bag from the living room.
Stopping at the mirror again, Pam gave herself one last check.
It's now, or never, she thought.
"I'm ready," she said as she locked the door behind her. "Let's go."
He smiled. "Great. Come on."
Jim didn't really know what else to say, so he lead her over the the car, opened the door for her and shut it when she'd gotten all the way in.
"So," he said awkwardly, once he started the car up and had gotten them on their way. It felt weird sitting the quiet. He needed something to distract him from the awkwardness of it all.