Pam looked up from her desk at reception to see Jim's face pressed against his keyboard. He had died of boredom, and she beamed at the opportunity to revive him. Putting her fingers into the small dish of candy she kept on her desk, she pulled out a jelly bean and tossed it at Jim's head to get his attention. He stirred as the purple candy clattered onto his desk, then getting up and walking towards her.
"Alright, Beesly, lay it on me. Also, work on your aim. That was nowhere near my head." Jim said, causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. She glanced at her desktop to see the time.
"Who said I wanted to hit your head? It's no "Office Olympics," but it is quarter to 12. You could take me to lunch?" Pam suggested, smiling and batting her eyelashes in a halfway sarcastic flirtation. Jim felt weak in the knees, but managed to maintain his composure.
"Sounds great. What are you in the mood for?" He asked.
"Whatever's good with you." Pam shrugged, smiling.
"Pizza by Alfredo's?" He suggested.
"Absolutely!" Pam grinned excitedly.
Jim tossed her her coat, which hung next to his on the rack. "Roy's gonna be okay with me taking you on a hot date?" He asked, remembering with a pang that the love of his life was engaged, but disguising it with a joke.
"Well, first off, it isn't a date," Oh, but how she wished it was! "But what he doesn't know won't hurt him." She smirked as he pressed the elevator call button.
"But it could be a date," Jim said, his voice more serious now. Pam turned to look at him.
"What?" She asked softly, scared of what she knew was about to happen.
"It could be a date. We could go on dates. We could be a couple. Come on, Pam, I can't be the only one who thinks you and I deserve a shot at least."
"Yeah, we do," Pam responded gently, following him into the elevator, but looking at her shoes.
Jim was so overcome with excitement that he found his hands cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss. It took Pam a moment, but she kissed him back.
"We're going to do this." Jim said excitedly. "You're going to leave Roy and we'll get our chance." He squeezed her hands, his smile stretching across his face.
"Jim, I can't." Pam pulled him out of his joy as they stepped out of the elevator.
"Come on, Beesly. You can't, or you won't? Just do something that will make you happy for once. You've got to take a chance on something sometime, Pam." Jim begged.
"Um, excuse you! I'm fine with my choices!" Pam exclaimed, now angry.
"Oh really, Pam? Are you really?"
Pam knew that she wasn't. Frustrated, she went back to the elevator and left Jim in the lobby, instantly regretting letting him go. If she wasn't so goddamned meek, she could've had him.