Author's Notes: This is pointless. Based on a conversation I had today.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
Story of a Moment
"I think I broke my iPod today," Jim told her as he leaned over, grabbing a jellybean.
"How are you so casual about that, if it's really broken?" Pam asked.
"I'm in denial, Beesly. Denial."
"Oh. So I guess you're gonna go through the five stages of grief, huh?"
"Oh yeah."
"How'd you manage to break it, anyway?"
"I had it in my bag. I also had a bottle of water in my bag. Apparently the water bottle's cap was not secure enough."
"I see where this is going."
"So now the songs pause. Randomly, without me pressing pause."
"Tragic."
"Isn't it?" He glanced at the clock, "Lunchtime."
"Dwight would argue that the whole day is your lunch, since you're never working."
"Dwight is argumentative."
"Tell me something I don't know."
He thought for a moment.
"Hey Pammy," another voice joined them, "Chilli's. You ready?"
"Uh huh," she sounded surprised, as if his remembering their lunch date was a shock.
"Catch you around, Halpert," his voice was gruff.
She smiled at him. And then he was alone, watching them go through the door and leave the office behind.