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beesknees-pam:

She was slightly confused for a minute. In the time she’d gotten to know Jim he had never really been awkward around her, and yet here he was. Tripping over his words and chuckling awkwardly, as if asking her to dinner was this complicated process. Wasn’t it though? She was engaged, and engaged women didn’t go out to dinner with co-workers, despite how dorky and cute they may be. Well, he wasn’t exactly asking her out on a date, just two friends having dinner together, that didn’t have to be romantic. In fact, she was sure she was getting ahead of herself, sometimes she let her mind spin these elaborate situations out of nothing. She smiles at him, nodding slightly. “Nope. I’m free.” Her thumb absentmindedly starts to toy with her ring, something she’s just chalked up to a nervous habit, that’s all it had to be right? “Plus, if not you’ll end up going with Michael and I can’t put you through that.” She nods and smiles at him.

“Well now that is my greatest fear.” He confirms, nodding his head as though avoiding a night out with his boss had been his sole intention. In reality Micheal inviting himself along hadn’t even occurred to him. That was probably because of the whole crippling fear that Pam would just laugh in his face. That was something he’d been fairly certain he’d never be able to bounce back from. Though it would have been an excellent reason to finally quit and start looking for a job in the profession he really wanted… whatever that was. Thankfully for him he didn’t have to figure that out seeing as she’d agree. Part of him wondered what Roy would think about all of this, but that thought quickly passed. “Luckily I have you to save me from that. Uh… so cool, tonight?”

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beesknees-pam:

Pam drummed her fingernails against the Sudoku puzzle she had spent the last fifteen minutes on. Jan had given her the task of watching over Michael, but she had already stopped by his office countless times, there was only so much of him she could stand. She growled lowly in frustration as she wiped some eraser shavings from her puzzle. At least if she was occupied with that, she wouldn’t be as tempted to look over at his desk every few minutes. She was sure Angela was keeping count of how many times she glanced over and smiled at him. There was nothing wrong with it, right? Sure, she was engaged, but Jim was her friend, friends were allowed to have secret conversations by simply looking at each other, they were allowed to smile. She tapped the pencil against her book, her mind completely caught up in the thought. She leaned forward over her book, smiling at him. “Always, why? Are we planning another prank? Because I’m pretty sure I’ve started dividing my work day into portions that include ignoring Michael and plotting the downfall of Dwight.” She laughs and shakes her head slightly.

He laughed awkwardly, scratching his forehead with his thumb as he considers what it is that he wants to say. Dump Roy and come eat Italian with me comes to mind but he quickly dismisses it. As much he would love to say that, he knows that he can’t. Not with out her likely laughing at him in the face. “Well… as much fun as that is, and I think we both know I find it incredibly entertaining… I actually had something else in mind…” His mouth stays open for a moment, but no words fall from his lips. Well this wasn’t humiliating at all. He shakes his heat at himself internally, because this really shouldn’t be so damn difficult. “I was actually wondering if you were busy after work… I got one of those lame two for one things from my mom or whatever and I thought we could plan our next event in the take down Dwight series then… you know, away from the office and his impeccable and almost super human hearing.”

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Jim bit his bottom lip as he looked toward the receptionist’s desk for what had to be the fifth consecutive time in less than a minute. He was sure Dwight was counting. Something that irked him more than he’d like to admit. Normally his coworker’s strange habits only proved to amuse him, but today they were really getting on his nerves. That probably had a lot to do with today being the day Jim had decided to ask Pam out. Not on a date or anything. He was pretty sure Roy would beat him up for that, and he was also certain that Roy would win. This was really more of a friends dinner. A co-worker’s meal really. Right? If that were true than why was true, then why did he have this gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. He shook his head, thinking this was all just ridiculous. They were friends, and friends hung out after work all the time, something the two had neglected to do for some time now. And why shouldn’t they right that wrong be going out for a couple of drinks that Friday night after work? He pursed his lips, nodding his head decisively before pushing himself up from his desk and making his way over to reception. “Hey Pam… you uh, you got a minute? Micheal’s not keeping you too busy, right?”