Hey Readers! Thought I should let you know that there are various flashbacks throughout this story. They happen kind of randomly so I put them in italics. So you know what they are when you see them. Just didn't want you to get confused! Anyway, enjoy and please review!

The hotel was fifteen floors, with a large lobby and a great deal of windows. The evening light shone into the large entrance and glinted off of the glass revolving doors as Pam wheeled her suitcase over to the front desk.

She was dressed in her work clothes (okay, so her work clothes were also her weekend clothes); a light blue blouse with a grey knit sweater over top, and a black skirt with nylons. Her hair was pulled back to keep it out of her face.

"Room key for Pam Beasley, please." she said when she approached the counter, absent-mindedly tucking a red curl behind her ear.

"Sharing a room with Phyllis Lapin?" The small man behind the desk asked. He had a little moustache that waggled on his lip as he talked.

Pam breathed out a sigh of relief. Michael hadn't told anyone who they would be rooming with, undoubtedly wanting to keep them in 'mystery'. Pam had driven up to New York worrying that she'd have to spend the night with Angela or Meredith. Phyllis was a much better alternative.

"Yeah, that's it, thanks."

As the man punched in a few keys on his computer, Pam looked around the lobby. It was actually kind of classy. The floor was made up of a dark polished wood and there were comfortable armchairs to sit in. Leave it up to Michael Scott to blow all his spending money on a posh place for his employees to stay while they were in the city for a business seminar.

Not that she wasn't appreciative of the free room. Roy had told her that he didn't want to come, so she had driven up by herself, even though she barely knew the city, and paid for gas and a new tire (Roy had never gotten around to replacing the one he blew out a few months ago, on her car).

The man behind the counter handed over her room key and Pam got out her wallet. A voice from across the room made her stop what she was doing and turn around.

"Hey, room key for Jim Halpert, please."

Pam cast around the room before her eyes settled on him. Jim was dressed in a blue long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, his hair flopping over his forehead like it always did. Wow, he's so tall, Pam thought. As if she hadn't noticed that particular feature of him before.

"You're Mr. Halpert, then?" The woman behind the desk was saying to Jim.

"Yeah." He responded.

The woman pressed a key on her computer. "It says here that you're sharing a room with a Mr. Dwight Schrute."

There was a pause.

"You've got to be kidding me." Jim said quietly. Then, more loudly, he replied, "I mean, yes. I am sharing a room with … that."

The woman gave Jim his room key and he set off towards the elevators, wheeling his suitcase behind him. Pam followed.

"Jim!" She called, hurrying to catch up.

Jim turned around, saw her, and grinned.

"What floor is your room on?" Pam asked, falling into step beside him. "Oh, I'm sorry, I mean Dwight's room. What floor is Dwight's room on, Jim?"

He ran a hand through his hair and laughed. "Very funny. I'm going to punch Michael next time I see him. Who are you rooming with? Roy?"

"Phyllis, actually." Pam said. Jim looked surprised. "Roy is spending the week with his brother. He didn't want to come."

"I see." Jim said, looking away. He had an odd smile on his face.

Pam pushed the 'up' button on the elevator.