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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.
Pam Beesly was at her wit's end.
"To be honest with you, Halpert," she began, "I haven't been okay since you left. But right now, I'm so hungry, I could collapse, so can we get in and order?"
It came out in a rush, and she went to clasp her hands over her mouth, but, she ran her hands through her hair instead. She couldn't keep still, so she began to walk toward the door.
Her insides were shaking, but at least she'd gotten one thing off her chest.
Pam would go down, but she wouldn't go down without a fight.
Jim nodded quickly. "Yeah, I mean- go."
The reason for his not being able to say that much had been because he was mostly in shock. Just the way she had spoken had gotten to him. Even more so than what she had said. Then again, Jim couldn't really say that he was absolutely positive that he knew what she meant. He didn't want to assume anything, so he figured that it would be best just to push the entire thing to the back of his mind. This was difficult, considering that if he let it, it would eat away at him. After all, there were a million different things that she could mean bye it.
He gestured in the direction of the door and followed her in.