Disclaimer: I don't own The Office or any of the characters. Set in Season 2, sometime after Booze Cruise, but before Casino Night. Enjoy! P.S. I LOVE REVIEWS

The cool April rain poured while Pam exited her car. Great, as if my hair wasn't being unmanageable enough, now it's soaked. And I'm wearing a white top. Great day so far!

She fumbled with her umbrella before realizing she grabbed the broken one from the side of her car. She jogged to the awning of the building and was dripping with rainwater. She decided to take the stairs up to Floor 3, hoping that in that time her shirt would miraculously dry itself. She tried to shake some of the water off, but there wasn't anything she could do with her white bra showing its lining through her shirt.

Pam opened the door and sneakily hurried to reception. She sat immediately and looked through her drawers for a sweater. She thought she had left one in her desk just in case she spilled on her shirt or something, but nothing was there. How weird. After keeping that stupid sweater there for 3 years, the one day I actually need it, it's gone.

The office was still surprisingly empty for 8:45 in the morning. Dwight, of course, was there. Oscar had arrived and was already busy at work in accounting. Michael was nowhere in sight. If I just make a run for it, maybe I can check the lost and found for a cover-up.

She practically ran to the supply closet. Dwight called something inaudible after her and she entered the break room. The lost and found box in the closet was just a cardboard box usually used to store paper, but also served as a nice alternative to a real lost and found box. She sifted through the belongings, trying to find anything at all that would cover this embarrassing water-drenched shirt.

She found a few ties, a pair of shoes, and a hideous flannel shirt. Wait, this is the shirt Creed brought in for Secret Santa! I guess Ryan lost it? Or he put it here…

Pam exited the break room wearing a much too large shirt that smelled as if it had never been washed in its 30-year existence. Right as she sat back down at her desk, Jim walked in. He wasn't nearly as wet as she had been and she was very jealous. The wet clothing was already creating goosebumps on her skin from the cold water. She had to remove her Keds for them to air out. She tried walking in them, but every time she stepped, little splashes of water spurted from the sides.

"HOW are you still dry?" Pam asked. She had a look of amazement on her face as Jim leaned his forearm on her desk.

"Well, I came prepared this morning." He lifted his arm to show the umbrella he was holding.

"Well, my umbrella is broken," she said mockingly.

"I suggest buying a new one." Jim flashed her a grin and turned to his own desk. Damn, she even looks beautiful in a gross old shirt with dripping wet hair.

He told himself that today was going to be the day he told Pam how he felt. He had already waited 3 years for that very moment, and he couldn't take it any longer.

He knew that work certainly wouldn't be the best place for it, especially with Roy around, but he didn't really know where else he would see her. He couldn't take her anywhere alone because, well, she was engaged. He was running out of options when he suddenly felt a gentle hand on his back.

"Hey, are you feeling okay?" The familiar voice asked.

"Uh, not really. I mean, I guess I just had a bad night. But, uh, well…can I talk to you about something? Maybe we could go out to lunch?"

"That sounds great. Hopefully I'll be dry by then," Pam giggled and returned to her desk.

God, I love that laugh.

Lunch came sooner than expected. Jim walked nonchalantly to reception and conversed with Pam for a moment, only to be interrupted by Michael.

"Pammy and Slim Jim! What's shakin'? You guys having eye sex?" The three stood awkwardly until Michael became bored and moved on to go annoy Stanley.

Once Michael was out of earshot, Jim asked, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, let me just grab my…oh wait, I forgot my coat. Oh well. I'll just be daring."

"Oh yes, this is quite daring. Going outside without a coat? Wow, you are a regular daredevil."

"And I don't need you to remind me of that. Where are we going?" Jim held the door open for Pam and followed her out from behind.

They reached the parking lot before being confronted with the dilemma of which car to take. Yes, Pam's got better gas mileage, but Jim's had more leg room for his lanky legs.

"But my car is closer right now. It would require less walking."

"Yes, but once I am squished into your car, I may never come out alive."

"Fine, your car it is." Pam tried to sound as disappointed as possible, but had trouble masking her excitement for going to lunch with Jim. The thought of Roy hadn't even crossed her mind.